I Think a Lot

My brain never stops it seems. I wonder where the girl I used to be ended up. I am so different now. All I am is raw pain and numb and I can’t care like I used to. I don’t know safety, happiness, joy . I do love. I have empathy for people and a kind heart for the most part. But I’m just too wounded and overwhelmed to care. Things keep getting worse and I fight just not to drown. I used to hand away my heart like gold. Sickened by the world and people who just don’t care. Who harm and think they’ll get away with it.
You won’t get away with shit.
I want to be real again . I just don’t know how to.