I'm breaking myself slowly
From the inside
Tearing the high walls of my own self esteem
Becoming less like me
And more like the norm
I can feel my heartbeat more
And wonder what I'm living for
Am I useless?
Am I purposeless?
What AM I good at?
Do I even matter?
I just want to feel secure on my own
I don't want you to hold my hand
In order to feel okay
It hurts to the point where it's hard to smile
And even harder to pretend anymore
Because you can see the cracks in my face
My hands
And my legs
I'm breaking
I doubt that you can glue me back together
And if you can
What are you waiting for?
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