I feel like an old doll,
I’m viewed as fragile,
Some people pick me,
and neglect me.
I feel like I’m stuck behind this white porcelain doll
a doll that’s unavailable of speaking
I’m fragile and easy to crack
My body parts are missing,
yet I’m half complete,
and I’m to continue
until I feel alive again.
I’m the child that hasn’t healed from the past
who’s scared of the unknown,
I have this feeling in my heart that
every day it’s raining,
and it drains me.
I have this unhealed heart
full of a black ocean.
My heart is filled with pure anger
and it feels like a rock,
Will this feeling ever change?
I’m the child
who’s never going to grow up.
I’m the person that
makes bad decisions,
bad decisions that take me to a specific path
A path that I still don’t know where it is
I try my best to make the correct decisions,
decisions that again,
I think it might be the best or the worst.
Yet, I try to enjoy my life
even if the worst is happening to me.
In my mind, I think that life is meaningless,
because I have no purpose,
Even when I don’t have a purpose
or I think that my life is meaningless
I force myself
I force myself to experience
the things that “life” offers me,
and to try to enjoy those little moments.
I’ve been here for 19 years,
I feel like I’ve been here for so long
I think I know everything
Yet, when I get older I realize that I don’t.
For me life is bittersweet,
From what I’ve experienced
I got bad and good experiences.
Yet that made me the person that
I am today.