I wish I didn't have
all these faults in my heart,
or a sea of insecurities
from a very troubled child
with a story yet to tell.
But right now,
tears are blurring every line
as I am constantly trying to figure out
a million little pieces of my past,
and I haven't slept for weeks.
I have become a non-functioning mess
since breaking the silence,
and I feel so ashamed of all
the childhood memories and secrets,
ashamed of who I am.
And as much as I want your help,
I'm afraid that there is nothing you can do
to fix this life of broken pieces.
