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My mind is like a whirling wind in a storm; chaotic for my well-being and catastrophic for my sanity. I used to embrace who I am but I did not learn to grasp it. Should I try to search every broken and lost parts of me?
I don't even know who I really am.
It feels like I was a wild animal that was caged up; or just like a tenant who was renting a part in her own body.
Am I a mere stranger?
The cuts that I have drawn even feels like foreign but the feeling it gives me is in the close sense of familiarity. Every lines feel like a locked windows in which I could not escape. Yet, despite the suffocation, it still gives me hope that someday I will be okay. I will be alright again. Because I am still fighting.Because I still feel pain.
