I know who I am
but she is not who I want to be.
So,
am I really me?

Everyone says
"If you really want something, you'll go after it"
But here's the thing,
It just isn't that easy.

There's a horrifying darkness in caring too much.
I am empathetic
and I am emotional
but deep within, I feel something so dark
so terrifying
that I find myself
pleading to a God I don't believe in
to end this punishment
and set me free

It's difficult to be poetic when there's nothing left to say