Empty tins make the loudest noise,so empty shells echo sounds of places far away
For me, the furthest is somewhere where I am happy
I suppose that’s what depression does
It gets so loud, it drowns out the sound of your voice
Six years in and I’m still not pretty enough
I’m not smart enough
I’m not anything even worth a mother’s love
Relationships were more transactional in nature,
taking more of me than I was left with
but how could any love me, when my mother couldn’t
I’m stitching back pieces of me but still seek validation and wish to be a pleaser,
wether as a friend or a lover
Struggling with being alone,
I measure my worth by who im dating
Who wants me
How many people need me
but who needs an empty shell
ever only good for carrying their secrets or burdens
Just a mere decoration
Interesting very thoughtful
Thank you 😊