Some days I feel utterly alone.
Like no one really cares or understands me.
I'm too far gone for anyone to want to help me. I don't think I can be helped or saved.
I'm just permanently broken with no hope of repair.
And then there's the days I feel a shred of hopefulness, that someone out there will understand. They'll take on all my broken parts and show me how to fix them on my own. No longer will I be broken, I'll be mended and bruised but not broken.
Maybe I think too much or maybe I think too little. Which I will never truly know.
I often wonder if there are others who have this thoughts. If there is someone out there who feels the same way I do.
But then I think about how truly awful it is to think and feel like this, I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy.
I'm working on things. On myself. At least I think I am.
