Me

I Wish Someone Could Understand How Badly Bruised Broken And Shattered I Am, && That The Under Laying Demons That I Have Are Surfacing And They Can No Longer Be Buried, I Wish People Could See How I’m Surrounded In A Sea Of Them And Somehow I’m Still Alone Or Feel Misunderstood In Some Way. I Wonder If They Understand That The Though Of Being Alone Frightens Me But Loneliness Is A Feeling I’m So Very Fond Of. I Wonder If They Understand That I Don’t Wanna Let Down Anyone Close To Me And I’ll Two Whatever It Takes To Make Everyone Feel Appreciated And Somehow Im The Last Player In The Race And What I Do Goes Unnoticed Because When I Mess Up Or Buck My Toe I’m Done. I Wish They Would Understand That I Grew Up Feeling Like I Was The Last Player In The Game And Had To Make Myself First, && Thats Why The Thought Of Me And What Makes Ne Happy Comes First And I Still Put Myself In Last Place Because It Seems Like When I Put Myself In First The Crowd Isn’t Cheering For Me But Booing Against Me Because I’m Suppose To Be Last. Always. I Wish They Knew That All I Long For Is Open Arms A Loving Heart And Someone Who Sees Me, With The Baggage The Bruises The Brokenness With A Tractor To Lift Everything Up And Say I Got It.