I don't think I'll ever be myself
I let others shape, and morph me into something I'm not
until I'm broken
Useless
And numb
I'm such a people pleaser that I lost myself over the years
Trying to make everyone and everything happy but myself
Now I sit here surrounded by those who love and support me through hell and back
But I can't bring myself to get it together
I feel so lost in the dark and unable to fix the millions of shattered pieces of my heart and mind off the floor
I am unfixable
A guilty people pleaser
A forgiving soul with a big heart
Until the day I take my last breath and my heart stops beating
YOU ARE READING
Strikes.
PoetryPoetry of abuse, pain and suffering. With every strike there is light at the end of the tunnel.
