I'm Broken.

Where did all my strength go? My confidence?

I've got nothing anymore,

but divorcing parents

and a torn heart.

I'm not good enough.

I'm weak, I'm easy.

I have no spine, no back bone.

I miss the 2010 Kirsten.

The one who went to Jesus for help.
The one who never let words bring her down.
The one who kept her friends close by.
The one who knew she was beautiful.
The one who wore t-shirts every day.
The one who knew right from wrong.
The one who didn't care what anyone thought.

I hate this. I hate it. I hate knowing that I wasn't good enough for him.
And I'm not saying that because I'm one of those depressed girls,
he said it himself.
"I can do much better than her."
The words make me just want to collapse.
But I'm already broken.