And just for thought...
I feel lost.
Something is still missing.
I have always known.
It is me.
It is who I am, once was, could be.
There is nothing that defines me other then his dirty stains that he left behind,
not an ounce of me in anything I represent,
not a word in any of these lines or pictures in any of these photographs.
I'm just a frame of some bright girl from the past.
Something will always be missing, I will always be gone.
I am lost in this fear, drowning in his shame, and terrified to even try.
This mask is wearing thin.
These feet are getting closer to the ledge.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.