ANXIOUSNESS

 

 My stomach,

 turns feeling the anxiousness within you.

Any moment not gonna be the same.

Trying, to move forward forget my past my wrongs.

These mistakes thrown back to my face.

Knowing all I ever wanted was to be loved,

and used and mistreated was what was in return.

So my skeletons, fell in to play.

Wishing, I would of been smarter. 

Thought of myself more.

Whor before so, I lived up to my name pride in that? none.

My stomach turns in the thought of what I done.

So tight the pain the sickness I can not bare no longer.

Wanting that one just to hold me talk to me

The love for another because in reality I can stand alone.

I'm not worthy of another's love, my past has defined me my past has ruined me.

Can I make up for what I have done? 

Prove I can change?

 No one will listen, care.

So, the loneliness stays 

with my head I hang low.

With what I have done,

 does not come pride.

But shame and humility.

For now, my stomach turns in the gut wrenching pain.

For my closet, will forever be open, with my skeletons roaming free.