I sit alone in the quiet living room crying.
Sobbing
Wondering what happened
How am I so confused about my life?
This life
How did it come to this?
I used to be so strong
Independent
I knew Me. She was a really cool person.
Her smile was real
Genuine
Her laughter brought joy.
She was vibrant and ambitious…
Colorful
Where did she go?
She knew who she was.
She was strong in who she was.
But now
She no longer exists.
Black and grey paint her pictures as she gives up.
As she becomes a shell
‘Me’ no longer exists
No more vibrant colors.
No more ambition.
Merely defeat.
About the Creator
Katherine Dockery
I'm broken and a work in progres but I'm thankful I can live through my writings. Hopefully someone can relate and it helps them too.
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