I can't help but make myself vulnerable.
I get scared of pain,
but there is a part of me that will not let me forget who I was.
So now I sit here at midnight,
with all these thoughts about my life.
Am I wrong or am I right,
I will not know until I end this fight,
this quarrel with my mind, body, and soul.
They all are fighting for my heart,
battered,
mistreated,
and faulty at the best of times.
What will you gain from claiming me before they all do.
March 5, 2019
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Validity
PoetryThis collection of poetry is my story. This is all the things I struggle or struggled with within myself, and most of these things I've overcome. The purpose of this collection is to help y'all understand that you're not alone. Enjoy.
