Why try at all? Sometimes it feels it is no use. I often wonder if anyone had to walk a mile in my shoes, live through what I lived through and struggle with daily would they?

The words you didn't do this to yourself or cause what happened seem often contradictory. Maybe those words are true, but the only one trying so hard to fix this broken self is me. For I am the only one that can but how does one do that when life was broken from the start? The only one responsible for those within's actions is me, even though I don't know what often takes place, somewhere it is all me, known or not.

And I wonder if I am worthy of fixing, because I am too broken and too much for anyone to keep walking, caring, or even trying. And I am really sorry for that, because I don't mean to be or try to be. I am just broken, missing too many pieces; pieces that never seemed to even exist but pieces that should have been important.

I didn't ask to get broked......and I'm sorry..........

With all I have, I am really sorry........