worn and cracked, dents and missing pieces. day after day, month after month. only when you’re alone may you relax, let the facade fall. for when there is an audience, you are hidden behind a broken mask.
I’m just tired. Tired of being broken. Tired of being forgotten. Tired of being used. Tired of feeling lost. TIred of being nothing. Tired of fighting myself to eat. Tired of feeling empty. Tired of feeling alone. Tired of Tired of doing everything for everyone; But getting nothing in return. Tired of being pulled back into this dark place. I’m just tired. Tired of crying.. Tired of breathing.. I’m just so tired..
You can't just plant the good without grieving the bad you've buried. I've been daydreaming about anomalies like crooked edges and predictable ricochets that stick and go-- like us, like everything.
her legs are aching she isn’t running she is actually walking, with her head down attention... she doesn’t want any of it everything is a red flag stone cold just from a noise or a touch nothing but fear inside her soul