Sometimes being me is very confusing.
My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.
You're right . . . you can't go back. No matter how much you want to, you never can
But I know a lie when I hear one.
You know who you are you just have to believe it.
I’m broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.