It's never made sense how things change
Sudden as a storm or slow as years
This time there's no one to really turn to.
There never really was and who's fault is that?
Fragile like proceiln, fragile like skin.
We're only human and that's not enough to grow on.
How quickly happy turns to sad,
To longing and to tears for something that's not missing
But definatly lost along the way.
Throat, eyes, skull and heart.

Heavy.
Tired.
Breakable.
*How can I change what I feel if I don't even know?