The Broken Girl

October 26, 2015

I am never here

My mind and body?

Well -

they've been separate since my freshman year

When I found my crutch for my hurt and pain

I flicked the lighter hoping in vain

That the thoughts would help me float instead of drowning in my shame

I am drifting

I am conflicted

and most certainly

I am

addicted

I am not one of those people who say this for the attention

I am a person who knows I'll never reach perfection

I am . . .

Broken

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