At the crossroads….
I’m in a funk I can’t get out of.
Pulled in too many directions.
My voice feels like a whisper some days and roars like a lion another.
I’m stuck at the crossroads, and don’t know which way to go.
I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. My mind doesn’t stop to let me breath.
I don’t have time to just be ME.
I’m always doing for someone else, things they wouldn’t do for me.
Always meeting someone’s need, while mine sit in the shadow.
I listen to the wants of the world, and I don’t dare want, but dream of necessities for basic survival.
I’ve become a shell of who I used to be. I know I’m there somewhere inside of me.
I’m sad and broken, this negativity is killing me.
My thoughts, opinions and words are not free. It feels no one really has an interest in me.
This world wants small talk and something for free. Sad to say, the price was ME.
* I didn’t write this, but I could have. I know this dark place. Author wishes to remain unknown.