Today I cried for the first time in years. Bawled my eyes out until I ran out of tears. Every thing wrong in my life has finally caught up to me. I let it all out, but somehow I still don't feel free.
My mind with my heart lay scattered in pieces, and I'm reluctant to pick them up. It's not because I wouldn't love to, but whats the point? Since I've ran out of glue.