i’m fed up

with leaving myself behind

eating last

picking up the scraps of who i am and holding them close to my chest, afraid and trying not to cry

 

i’m fed up

of that feeling

the one i pretend not to notice

that i distract myself away from

the one that hurts in a way, in a place i can’t put into words

 

i’m fed up

so i’m packing up

leaving my old self in the wreckage, beneath the rubble and spilled blood

with the shed skin and old trust

 

i’m packing up

and moving out

living in between

on the road

searching for a new mindset to live it

a new thought process to follow

a new home to hang my heart

 

i need a new heart

maybe one

one this time

that will see

me