Dec 2017
I am defined
By the blood
And tears I've shed,
I was formed
By the pieces
That were put together,
I am not whole
Not who I was
Not what I want
But what I got,
I was made
Not made from clay
And a hand,
But from flesh
And a knife
Who I am isn't due to love
Who I am was caused by fear
But that doesn't make me less
It makes me more,
I should remember that
I came from pain
And have made it far.
By the blood
And tears I've shed,
I was formed
By the pieces
That were put together,
I am not whole
Not who I was
Not what I want
But what I got,
I was made
Not made from clay
And a hand,
But from flesh
And a knife
Who I am isn't due to love
Who I am was caused by fear
But that doesn't make me less
It makes me more,
I should remember that
I came from pain
And have made it far.
I've been ******* myself. Thinking about what I'm not and what I should be rather then what I am and what I have done. I have been forgetting all I have accomplished and that I have done so much and it's been making me feel hopeless of doing anything meaningful;
(17/M/Minnesota)
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