She
She came to life with a simple soul.
Years of hardship made her loose herself,
And so she withered to become a part of a whole.
She was my everything,
My last hope, my broken dreams,
And my happy ending.
Every day brought a new headache.
Every day was a struggle
To live, to breathe, to wake.
She held no contempt.
She held no grudges.
It was only herself that she did resent.
Like the resilient sea,
The wounds she harbored could not be sealed.
She just didn't have the ability
To see that all along that girl was me.
Years of hardship made her loose herself,
And so she withered to become a part of a whole.
She was my everything,
My last hope, my broken dreams,
And my happy ending.
Every day brought a new headache.
Every day was a struggle
To live, to breathe, to wake.
She held no contempt.
She held no grudges.
It was only herself that she did resent.
Like the resilient sea,
The wounds she harbored could not be sealed.
She just didn't have the ability
To see that all along that girl was me.
♠ ♠ ♠
My soul feels rotten. I hope that other people are enjoying life because of my suffering. I don't mean to sound like Jesus but I'm soooo undeniably, madly and incredibly frustrated. I'm not angry. I just don't know what to do anymore. I can't .-.