Read me

I’m thinking of ways to mend my heart,
to be as kind to myself as I am to others,
to be so gentle, so loving,
to be apologetic like the way I’ve been to those before me who have been so 
I need to love my heart the way she’s never been loved
and touch my skin the way she’s 
never been touched. 
I’m sick of feeling scathed from the inside out,
watching pieces of me fall off and become one with the earth,
I can watch as I drift behind until I’m nothing,
but I want to be something. 
I am something, someone, I just need to find her.