more often than not lately I've found myself identifying with a dying heart. still beating. still functioning. living... barely.. but with an end in sight.
my feelings towards everything lately have been like a loaded gun. not necessarily going to cause harm, but ready to explode at the flick of a switch.
I've become so delicate, like a drop of rain on the edge of a steep roof. holding on, hardly, but on the verge of plummeting down at any second, just not quite ready to commit to holing on; or falling down to coexist with the moist heavy soil that lays below.
I used to think sadness could be beautiful or artistic, but this is neither. this is just ******* miserable.
i used to be so strong but now i am the polar opposite.
I can't have anyone take a shot at me without shattering, but I'm getting tired of picking up my mangled pieces, besides, they don't fit together quite the same anymore.
This fragile state i have found myself existing in has left cracks and dents in every facet of my being.
but somehow the light can't quite shine through my stain glass window.
the rain just drips through the cracks.
m.k.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
more often than not lately I've found myself identifying with a dying heart. still beating. still functioning. living... barely.. but with an end in sight.
my feelings towards everything lately have been like a loaded gun. not necessarily going to cause harm, but ready to explode at the flick of a switch.
I've become so delicate, like a drop of rain on the edge of a steep roof. holding on, hardly, but on the verge of plummeting down at any second, just not quite ready to commit to holing on; or falling down to coexist with the moist heavy soil that lays below.
I used to think sadness could be beautiful or artistic, but this is neither. this is just ******* miserable.
i used to be so strong but now i am the polar opposite.
I can't have anyone take a shot at me without shattering, but I'm getting tired of picking up my mangled pieces, besides, they don't fit together quite the same anymore.
This fragile state i have found myself existing in has left cracks and dents in every facet of my being.
but somehow the light can't quite shine through my stain glass window.
the rain just drips through the cracks.
m.k.
