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Saturday, August 8, 2015

An Outlet

Truly, I just need an outlet for my emotions. My diary can no longer hold how I feel. I've been looking for a friend, looking for someone to make me feel loved and accepted. Never got that from home. Now, I'm wishing I did. Then I wouldn't be out here, trying to get any and everyone to appreciate me and know my worth. I been looking for something to make me feel like I fit.

I felt so ugly and stupid. I pretended to be happy with myself, so others could be happy with me too. But where did that get me? Back to square one, lonely. This time, I've lost myself. I don't know where she went. Her soul forever lost in a sea of pain.

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