We are all so weak.
Soft. Tender. Transparent.
So easily scarred.
We take things. Break things.
Hurt people. Hurt those we love.
We swallow the shards of
fragmented words. We all hurt ourselves
when given the chance.
But it all wasn't for the attention.
It is the spiral to our breaking point.
But we are so weak.
Soft. Tender. Transparent.
So easily scarred.
We never seem to get enough.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
We are all so weak.
Soft. Tender. Transparent.
So easily scarred.
We take things. Break things.
Hurt people. Hurt those we love.
We swallow the shards of
fragmented words. We all hurt ourselves
when given the chance.
But it all wasn't for the attention.
It is the spiral to our breaking point.
But we are so weak.
Soft. Tender. Transparent.
So easily scarred.
We never seem to get enough.
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