And All The King's Horses

I really am a broken shell of what I once was, years ago and, considering I wasn't all that together back then, that really is saying something...

Sometimes I feel like there’s something I can’t remember

It's something important

But it's always just out of reach

And I can't seem to help myself without it

And I feel lost

The words don't come

And the pages of my journal sit empty

The images don’t come

And the pages of my sketchbook sit empty

Collecting dust

Until I forget that I had forgotten anything at all

And I pretend to be happy

Until I feel empty again

And I pretend to be whole

Until I feel broken again

Never knowing why I must pretend all these things, or why I am doomed to repeat myself

Because this is all I know

And I can’t force my imagination to stretch so far as to find another way to live

Or, even, to find an end

Reviews

[Chloe]

This reminds me so much of me when I was younger. I completely understand how you feel, my dear. Just keep holding on because things do get better and you do find people who will love you regardless of your emotional conceptions.