I am not the well, but only the piece of ore lost within./
one day, one day I’ll meet someone who’d look deep into my eyes and see beneath my facade. see me for the shattered pieces I actually am.
see that I’ve already lost too many parts of who I am along my way; help me retrace my steps; take my ashes and bury what’s left of me within them.
I don’t want to be, anymore.
heaven knows how fed up and tired I am..
from the shadow that has always been bigger than the seems.
from the girl they all speak of, but I don’t see.