Lost And Not Found.

I had lost my innocence trying to persevere, Misplaced my happiness by choosing to stay, Given up my voice listening to yours. Most of all, I lost my compassion trying to guard my heart. I'm not the same person. A.

I Hate This.

I hate tears Hate to feel Hate to be knees deep In emotions all so overwhelming And words from acquaintances All so endearing I hate the weakness The helplessness The sense of worthlessness I hate having to depend On friends and family This false sense of familiarity Also having to defend My reason to enjoy …