Pieces of Me

by liznjess

Moving to a different place was supposed to be the answer. Disappearing and losing myself was supposed to help me escape from the demons that were chasing me. Unfortunately, losing myself was harder than I expected.

Moving to a new place was supposed to fix things. Or at least make them more manageable. Instead everything became more screwed to the point where I no longer knew when up was down or left was right.

My world had become a jumbled mess and I no longer knew how to straighten it out.

Or if I even wanted to.