It's a sinking feeling where suddenly my world is just the four walls of my bedroom and I can never leave.
I burn jasmine candles and soak in hot baths until my fingers prune, the bubbles fade, and the water turns lukewarm.
I dream I was anyone else but I look in the mirror and I'm still me. The suffering makes me feel hideous and I can't escape the breakouts.
It's a sinking feeling where the pain overcomes me and I wish I had been loved in a different way. As a young girl I just needed a father who was gentle and faithful instead I received heartbreak and betrayal.
It's so hard to feel worth it. It's hard to believe that I'm loved when I still feel pain.
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PoetryNobody prepares you for the confusing struggle of parting ways with who you once were. If you're stubborn like me you'll try and fight it only to realize that you can't hold on to the broken girl that you once were if want to become a strong woman...
