When did I loose control?
When did I loose touch with reality
When did I stop putting myself first?
When did I stop being so independent?
When did I start being co-dependent?
When did I start to love others more than I love myself?
When did it become so hard to say “no”?
When did I forget how to choose myself?
Did I ever actually know how?
When did I start become so emotional?
Why is it that I can cry at a drop of a dime?
Why do I feel myself pushing those who love me farther and father away?
When did I become so indecisive?
When did I become so fragile?
When did I lock myself in cage and swallow the key?
When will I wake up from this nightmare?
When did I forget how to fly?
How did I manage to clip my own wings?
Why is letting go the hardest thing for me to comprehend?
How have I gone so far out on a limb and fail to see I was standing out there alone?
The pain to wake up and see it’s been me along, I’ve been the one holding the knife, the masochist.
When did I loose me?…
Why is so hard to relearn how to put yourself first?
How to choose myself?
It seems to come so easy for those around me…