Like running blindly in woods. The world that was met to fall for me. I was running from.
Run faster. If I stop now, I'll fall backward. My screams won't be heard form here. Lost, running from myself. I shouldn't be afraid of myself. I should be safe with just myself. But I'm not.
God knows that I'll die here if I have to.
The half of me that I'm left with is the half that I took shots to. Now, I'm left with a broken half. A forth. A forth of a while that could be there is a whole. I use to be the only one who could love myself. So uptight that if anyone even tried to open me up. I would smack them and run.
Now, I hate myself the most. Self-esteem that use to linger, wasn't even imaginable now. The self proclaimed "love".
The strong half was gone. Left with the weak. Like getting the runt of the group. Now, the other half has probably already forgotten about this half. A mess of unorganized tools that I don't know how to use. While the other half knows what everything does, I am left clueless.
Melting in my own shoes. My bones becoming nothing more then just something there for fun.
The skin coving them going away. Being nothing more then the skeleton of my former self.
