losing it

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i feel like i don't even know myself.

i am sitting here across two people

who probably know me better than i know

myself.

and yet.

i can't seem to say the words


i need help.


i need

reassurance.

tell me i'm not losing my mind.

tell me that i haven't lost touch with the only

thing in the world i've ever been able to call

mine.


tell me, 

that i am still worth something. 

that i shouldn't be worrying about all the

outside

and the inside

and the right side

and the left side,

any of the sides

of me.


i guess i have kept it to myself,

because i am so


frightened


to hear the words come out of their mouths,

in the sweetest 

or harshest tones,

telling me,


hazel,


you've lost it.


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