tweakin
Bluelighter
so this is how it feels. this is what it means to be me today - i won't know tomorrow's sorrow, joy, melancholy - what have you. it breaks me down from the inside when i see those little parts of me and the lands here and there that i love ripped apart and set to burn in heavy flames. i am an arab. i am an american. my insides don't match anymore and i wish someone would give me back my missing puzzle piece. to be proud? of who? me? the killers on both sides? i don't know where the screams are coming from anymore and i'm so sad. so confused. people hate who i am - where i'm from. i squeeze my heart every night and flip my pillow over again and again because i can't sleep on a tear-stained pillow.
hugs again babe