Years

Over the years, I have changed. Image, opinions, and emotions. How have I come so far? How have I survived? Why do I suffer for things I can't do anything about? A broken deart held together. How?, I don't know. I try to hold on but its too much. I want to let go. I want to fall away. But something keeps me going. My worst fear is fearing nothing. Over the years, I've become stronger. Losing hope in all that I've ever known. People come and go. But I am still here. I am still the same person. From the quiet girl int he back to the heartless soul who allowed her own to be ripped from the womb. How can I go on? What makes every thing all better?