"I often miss this little girl. Whose dreams had no barriers, who believed in a world where anything is possible. with a heart that was full and unbroken." What would it take to bring her back, lose the barriers and lose the broken?
The world judges me by the decisions I make, never does it see the options I had to choose from. Good to remember, we never know what path someone had to walk down. Another reason not to judge people so harshly.
And it hurts that I can't be what everyone else wants or what anyone needs. And it hurts that I can't be what I want or what I need. Because I'm not enough and won't be enough. And I'll never be close to enough and I'm just so damn tired