I killed parts of myself, trying.

I killed parts of myself, trying

I’ve killed parts of myself,
trying to be enough,
trying not to care much,
but lately,
I realised
I never killed those parts,
they’re still alive,
but buried deep inside,
and now as far as I can see,
I see noone,
but when I see beneath myself,
I do find those parts,
in pieces,
each as unique as bright,
as I can be,
should I make it more complicated?
should I pass from where noone go?
or just go with the flow?
I do give up,
but everytime I do,
Y’all tell me I deserve it,
and i know I do not,
So I never give up,
everytime I start to be me
you tell me that i shouldn’t be
tell me
what should I own in myself?
one that you want me to?
Or the one that I want to?


-Pragati

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