Breaking apart, or breaking free?
What happened to the girl who used to be me?
I think she died somewhere along this road,
Dead from the weight of her heavy load.
Falling to pieces, or sewing myself up stitch by stitch?
Am I myself, or am I turning into a bitch?
Sutures ripping, or stitches repairing?
What happened to the girl who spent all her time caring?
Take her ashes and throw them to the wind...
I fear she'll never return.
I'm afraid, somewhere along that road,
She got lost and took a wrong turn.
Now she's trapped, internally screaming,
“Help me, Help me, oh god, please, now!”
Her breath is fading, coming slower,
And she nears the final bow.
If a move isn't made in this puzzling game,
The standoff will never come to an end.
If repairs aren't begun, and certain battles aren't won...
There will be no way to mend.
Author notes
Yeah. How I feel.
Thoughts?
Comments
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so descriptive, i liked the way you expressed yourself.
keep writting
luv HB
xoxoxo
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Whoaaa
This was excellent! The rhyming was smooth and flawless. I know exactly how you feel, because I have been feeling this way often myself.
These 2 lines specifically struck me the most.
*Am I myself, or am I turning into a bitch?
What happened to the girl who spent all her time caring?*
Sometimes we cannot help but changing into a person we're not sure we want to be. Maybe it's for the better, though. I feel like I've been such a bitch lately and I don't care about anything, but I also feel like it's the only way I can handle things anymore.
Either way..great write!! I loved this
<3
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I am so glad you're making those repairs, Kari. Get better soon.
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Very good! I like the way you described these things.
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