Is it too much to ask for a day to break apart.
A day to just stand in the shower with the water dripping down your face scrubbing your imperfection, your guilt and your fears?
To reach behind your ear of the ***** whispers that haunt you at night.
To rinse your eyes of a newfound reality that you haven't already justified.
To have it drop down your body tracing every scar, line and crack that has ever broken your heart.
To have it collect at the bottom of the drain, to never see again.
To say goodbye to your all time low.
To come to the realization that what's keeping you together is also falling apart.
The
Fear
Of
Falling
Apart.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
Is it too much to ask for a day to break apart.
A day to just stand in the shower with the water dripping down your face scrubbing your imperfection, your guilt and your fears?
To reach behind your ear of the ***** whispers that haunt you at night.
To rinse your eyes of a newfound reality that you haven't already justified.
To have it drop down your body tracing every scar, line and crack that has ever broken your heart.
To have it collect at the bottom of the drain, to never see again.
To say goodbye to your all time low.
To come to the realization that what's keeping you together is also falling apart.
The
Fear
Of
Falling
Apart.
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