Dear world.

 Dear world, I used to think the hardest thing was finding love. 

I hate to say I am wrong. 

Every night for the past few weeks, I have been staying up. Longing to hear the voice of my loved ones or some silent thoughts, I just want to hear the word, “you are enough”.

I have journeyed across miles and borders, but I am still learning how to fight. 

I used to boast of being my father’s daughter, today, I don’t feel the same. 

I want to start a word that beginnings with “I love you”, I want to end it by saying, I don’t know how to live. 

Because These voices in my head, they keep soaking me in. 

I thought I went pass this past.

All of these memories, I thought I had stop to have. 

It didn’t have to be me, but it was me.

So, I am spending so much time grieving, because my normal is starting to leave me. 

But it’s all in my head.

Everything 

It’s all in here.

I can no longer explain, I just know or I think, that I would find my way, like I always do.