FRAGMENTS OF ME

 

Am I at peace or am I just numb?

Am I truly happy?

Or did I heal too much?

It feels like I don't even know who I am and who I've become.

But I miss the old me, I wish I could hug her.

I miss the girl who cries in the middle of the night when no one could here her.

I miss the girl whose best friend was her bed.

I wish someone could have listened to her.

She shouldn't have been called overemotional.

And daily, I keep losing fragments of her.

As I grew older, I realized that no one really cares.

You have to stand up for yourself.