Pounding chest

Heavy heart

weighing down

my aching

soul for

what was,

could have

been, beautiful

i was

not enough

to fight

for, to 

love unconditionally

to be

with and

within our

paper skin

a canvas

of freedom

yet so

cold, i

can barely

touch the

blank, empty

page without 

silently crying

because i

know i'm

gonna be

abandoned, abused

without known

i can

not trust

without guidelines

i can't

live without

breaking boundaries

within myself 

for others

i fill

with empathy

and anxiety

for the

what if's 

and overreacting

to conclusions

jumping over

the moon

in my 

pleasures to

please everyone

but they

won't care

for me

like i

do for

all them

i can't

call like

i always

used to

i can't 

love like

i used

to do...