Never did I want to hurt anyone. If only I’d known to be no one but myself from the start.
Trying to find somewhere to belong, trying to be somebody I wasn’t, I lost myself. The me I used to know inside-and-out is a mere dream-like memory now. I sit in a place unfamiliar to me, looking at a face in the mirror that’s unrecognizable. Eight years ago I never would’ve guessed I would be here today. I had dreams, goals, inspiration, ambition, and someone love who loved me too. Now I’m here, stuck in a minimum wage job, with a passionless boyfriend that disappears for days on end, trying to kick the meth habit, just hoping everything will be ok tomorrow.
Is this really my life?
I guess I owe it all to you.
Thanks for that.