random

I wonder when I got too busy to write
when it became so hard to express
the things on my mind
the pain in my heart
I don't know how to end
something that has yet to start
but somehow I feel it began
without my knowing
I wasn't releasing the emotions
I was to afraid of showing
and so the stress and pain
build up again
I'm not like I was back then
I wouldnt go back to being that girl
with the cuts all over her arm
most of the scars are since long gone
but some remain reminding me
of a journey so long
of a girl who never could belong
because she didnt fit in her skin
haunted by the deamons within
I can't remember how I go this far
how I ended up feeling this low
Don't really know where I am going
I only know where I want to go