“ I felt torn Between living and dying Between sleeping and surviving. ”
You've got a lot to say for the one who walked away.
~ Stacy Morris
She knew me beyond my actionsBeyond my shallow attempts at happiness.She knew I had darknessAnd when I undressedAnd showed her what I was made ofShe noddedKnowing I was unrepairableAnd said 'I'll be here for you anyway
It took me a long time to realiseThat mothers are women who carry you And not necessarily in their womb.
I think you feel like, unless you're damagedyou're not deep enough or mysterious enoughor complicated enough to ever be appreciated by another.And that is deeply untrue.
