Over It

They say when you can talk about it without feeling pain you've healed but i can barely get out two words to start talking about it before i'm a complete mess and it's made me painfully aware how broken i've become.

I don't trust, even my own shadow can put fear in me half the time.

I don't want to live like this but i'll be damned if someone tells me letting go is easy.

I'm not even sure what I'm holding on to, maybe hope that one day i'll get an explanation.

Why? Why don't you love me? Why did you leave me behind? I stopped waiting for those answers because i know they'll destroy me, probably as much as getting the answers would.