Collective thoughts

I believed myself to be damaged piece, puzzle incomplete.

Like part of malice nature’s weak personality.

There was no abbreviation for me.

I was that weight on someone’s heart when things went wrong.

The painful tears of memories brought from that one song.

A crumbled up paper with the realization of how to move forward took too long.

The choice that was past the last one.

I use to think that balance to everything was off because I simply existed.

Never to be trusted to be someone’s “fix it.”

My heart begged and begged me to see, that I was causing no one misery.

But how could I know if even when I opened my eyes I still felt the same? Sad, tired of being alive.

Not knowing who to go to trust with these thoughts in my mind.

So ...