Looking for new directions
My words and thoughts
they tell me are misconceptions

I found myself happy..
if only for a fraction of a moment.
Then just as fast, that moment was stolen.

Misery tells me it was all a fluke
A fleeting chance that any of it was true

I dance around with misery in circles
What point is it to have this pitiful heart
If all it does is bleed of blue and purple

I took three steps forward and
a hundred more falling back
I hear voices screaming at me
like the sound of breaking  glass.

Calling me a million names and
pointing out my flaws and all in which I lack

I coward down in a corner
praying for them to just let me be.
I couldn't believe it was happening all over
it was like my abuser was back to attack me.

It didn't matter how many tears that fell
each one telling of a truth
I couldn't keep the shards of glass from cutting me
No matter what I could do