It feels like just yesterday that I was warm and secure in my skin. Never knew anything till I met them. Somehow, what once protected me started to seem so far away. Confused I took in their opinions on top of my own skin. It was at that moment I begin to see a new beginning. Except it wasn’t light I endured but darkness all around me. Drowning in sadness, suffocating in secrets, choking on silence, somehow wishing I was dead. Trading my virtue for tiny pieces of love or care

I am not broken, though I feel it sometimes. I get so confused between my heart and my mind. The chaos that wages in the flow of my thoughts. Want to take over and I’m put in a spot. I practice saying “Thank You,” cause I know that I should. Some days that’s enough, to help me feel good. But others, the gratitude doesn’t seem to work. My vision gets blurry and I feel like a jerk. I wrestle with never really feeling like I’m great. But then… sometimes… I don’t know - I’m just

I'm trying to pray, But my mind just wants to race. The blanket over me feels dark- I don't know which thoughts to chase. I'm lying on the floor, defeated before I even start my day. Everything feels fruitless. Am I even saved? I don't know who to marry. I don't know which chore to do first. There are so many options, I feel that I could burst. Every path has a contradiction, Each as valid as the next. The only path that's broken Is staying in my bed. But each step gets more