My Past, My Present.

  i’m over it, not anymore, I’m better now those words have become too familiar because I’ve said them too many times trying to convince myself i was delivered.


Tears I’ve wept those same reasons have crept like all i did was neglect when truly they never left. It feels like my suppressed truth won’t let me be who i want to be, won’t let me grow the way i want to, won’t let me experience true happiness the way I’ve always pictured it because all I feel is on the surface not from within.


I keep striking out when I know i am the one who needs healing. Somehow my past have intertwined with my future leaving me feeling like i need to be sutured. I feel like i am broken in a thousand pieces needing some adhesive.


Might sound just a little redundant but I know that one physician who is there for me in abundance even though half the time I feel like i have been abandoned.


This might seem a bit random but who says the things from the past never comes back to haunt you?