Words Only Written

Half Empty, Half Full

Sooo damn tired.. *yawns*

I am all or am I nothing?
All I ever wanted to be was something.

Missing pieces or hardly missing..
A fallen fragile leaf just drifting.

Mixed emotions, emotionally numb..
Why do I always choose to run?

Who am I or do I know exactly who I am?
The woman looking back at me in the mirror
that I can't hardly stand.