Finging me

I can't afford to lose myself again. The first time I almost die. Still trying to heal a broken heart. When I look in the mirror I see a woman who was broken. But she is trying to bounce back. There is hope in my heart. But feeling fadeaways. Being me is never easy. Because I have to learn to put myself first. To hear a voice in my head telling me I am nothing. But I am someone special. Who has a big dream? You were imagination on my self. Words are part of me. It expresses my feelings and emotion. Someone once says my words cut me short. My words are my voice. I have many ideas but fear to wipe away. I need to grow as a person. Putting my shoes on and taking that step. I wonder if will I walk alone. Will he follow me and take that step with me? Sometimes I feel like I am a prisoner in my own body. Just try to break free from life. To change my life. Taken that step. Feras won't set me free. What do I do when I do have the words? How can I express my feelings? My life is hard. But taking a chance is harder. Because the unknown scares me. afair of fall falls. I think about my life I want more. I want to be free. Free without fear. I don't want to fool myself. There is that door I can't not open. It is everythin