I am forever numb to life and its obstacles that i am forced to deal with
Tears no longer stain these cheeks of mine
My life is made up nothing more than the sexual abuse inflicted upon me at a young age
The drug use I choose to get involved with
And the attempted suicide with that 12 gauge that has forever left its mark on me
A reminder of sorts I suppose
A reminder of just how flawed of a human being I am.
The scars will forever reside embedded into my porcelain skin.
Fragmented bullets have found their final resting place within me...
I am nothing more than the obstacles God has forced upon me and to continually face...
I am nothing more than
A recovering drug addict
A lost soul
No one is "just" anything. Everyone has a purpose and affects those they come into contact with. Don't ever sell yourself short. Your message touches others, and so also do you. Thank you for sharing in such painful detail. It takes a lot of courage, and you are.