Letting go

Drawing closed, my outstretched arms. I hold me when no one would.  I’ve given up on my fairytales  but I’m doing it for my own good.  I’m a mess, but true love would love me. I’m in pain, and true friends would know. I’m not blaming...

Hurt

I’m still the same inside. I’m hurting, and I feel I’m an ember of a once was flame, And all the anguish in me’s real. I may be different from your viewpoint, I may not look a bit like me, but inside there’s a heart that’s hurting ...