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.