Some where along the way, I lost myself,
no matter how hard I search, I cannot find her.
I’ve become the very thing I despise,
and I’m tired of spreading all of my lies.
I’m not okay, I’m not perfectly fine.
I’m not the happy go lucky child.
I am still depressed, and I still try to hide,
all I want to do is throw away my pride.
I want to cry, and I want to be sad.
I need to remember who I was, so I can begin again.
I’m going to get out of this rut, and back on the road,
then I’m going to pay off all the debts I have ever owed.
Somewhere along the way, I lost myself,
but that doesn’t matter anymore.
I can scrape and find what I want to be,
and make a whole new me.
oh we've all been there at some point in our lives i reckon . it is so easy to lose track of who we are and even not like the person we have become or are in danger of becoming . your last stanza leads us to the light at the end of the tunnel . there is hope for all of us if we scrape away the debris , find out who we are or who we want to be and reshape our lives accordingly . very well written .
oh we've all been there at some point in our lives i reckon . it is so easy to lose track of who we are and even not like the person we have become or are in danger of becoming . your last stanza leads us to the light at the end of the tunnel . there is hope for all of us if we scrape away the debris , find out who we are or who we want to be and reshape our lives accordingly . very well written .
I agree with Ulisigi Waya, I love the last stanza. and I feel the same way. Dont be sad or try to cry, because along the way, of searching, you will get tired. Just be yourself, and dont hide who you really are inside. Dont be afraid to show your emotions, and even if people see you quiet, dont be afraid..
love
-ruth
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