live

there are so many things i wish to say, and nothing that i know how to say. i want to live, but i don't know how. i want to change my history. i am torn. i have been used and taken. there are pieces of me i can never get back, and i don't know how to tell myself that is ok. its like losing an arm or leg. sure, life goes on without it, but it will never be the same; you will always know that you have lost something that you shouldn't have.