Broken Identity

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My heart is encaged inside hidden hands. I cannot see what held my heart closed. It rips and tears from the inside, pulling at the unknown. 

Nothing is the same anymore. Nothing can ever be the same. I'm falling apart from the inside out. Broken and heavy pieces pain me.

 A mask is worn over my face. It hides the pain in unsatisfying ways. No one can see. No one can know how I examine and roll in thoughts of brokenness. 

Relations I've had seem to disappear. No one stands there the same. Arguments and unexpressed conflicts arise and we forget how we once knew each other. 

This. 

This is how I'm falling apart. 

Connection with everything makes me feel gone. 

I am broken. 

I am nothing. 

Nothing can bring me from this feeling. I could just ignore and be okay. But then I wouldn't be me in any way. I cannot just stand here and wait. I will address it and turn it over in my brain. 


~RememberThoseDreams

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