jackieomonroe

Something in me clicked this weekend...
I'm not happy, and I haven't been for a while.

Everytime I hear" the click",
I know that's when I finally have to do something about it.



But...
I truly don't have the energy.



I used to be such a mother fuckin fighter.
Now,
I just feel weak and ashamed.

I don't know exactly how I got this deep,
but I know I'm much to comfortable to move.




I'm finally me...
and the one person I love(d) the most...
doesn't want any parts of it.



I grin and bare it,
and tell myself it's me.
It's always me.
I'm always the problem.

It always comes back to me.
Always.