stuck

my heart has been stuck
in between what will be and what is not
I always endear those who do not love me or care for me
I always become strangled by hope that does not exist
Deepening wounds get deeper
Each day that I go on like this
Each day that I don't like myself
Brings another day of a negative life
my mind has been stuck
right here where I am psychologically
it does not get better only becomes saddened within me even more
I know what causes this hurt within myself
The losing of my self and identity when I was young
I was in need of guidance and scared to ask for help
I know that help is in me now
Each day that I prosper in thought
I can become different but still be me
my soul is parched, feeling lonely
strangling and starving
Decimated hope exists in my brain
The one who left I thought would fight for me
The idea I had was enough to keep me stuck
I know life is what we make it, but what if it is what makes us.