Just how broken is broken enough? 💔

You know you have hit the most broken you have ever been when you look up into eyes where you saw passion and understanding to nothingness and have been feeling like the family dog safe and hidden in the garage and treated as such when anyone comes into the room. What's killing me more is feeling the pain of all that on top of finally writing my story out and finally allowing my self time to heal with every word that I get out, like right now I'm typing through blurry vision because I'm allowing my self to own this pain and trying I'm searching within myself to figure  out how to go on from here and see what I can do ; I have never in my 45 years on this earth mind you, have I ever been this Humble. 

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