Collective thoughts

I believed myself to be damaged piece, puzzle incomplete.

Like part of malice nature’s weak personality.

There was no abbreviation for me.

I was that weight on someone’s heart when things went wrong.

The painful tears of memories brought from that one song.

A crumbled up paper with the realization of how to move forward took too long.

The choice that was past the last one.

I use to think that balance to everything was off because I simply existed.

Never to be trusted to be someone’s “fix it.”

My heart begged and begged me to see, that I was causing no one misery.

But how could I know if even when I opened my eyes I still felt the same? Sad, tired of being alive.

Not knowing who to go to trust with these thoughts in my mind.

So I kept living with meshed thoughts that would never allow to filter good thoughts through.

I dealt every morning as another point I would misunderstand the beauty in the worldview.

And as my thoughts would explode and collide I felt the more I was lost the more I became kind.

Slowly gears turned in my soul.

I stopped making things about me and began tackling the world bold.

I still got hurt but felt I melted to become new mold.

Being different now and willing to listen, wanting to understand.

The world still lonely even with all weight on me I now wanted life.

I felt I could. Believing, I can.