i feel weak everyday another piece of me folds in slowly im becoming the thing you never wanted to see im becoming to reach the point you hoped i would never
im the piece of paper in the bottom of your bag the one you needed you lost it and spent ages looking for it but by the time you found it it was torn to shreds it was no longer useful and you groaned and complained but then you got another and you were thankful that there were others to replace the one you forgot about until it was too late
but i couldn't forget i laid there in pieces wondering what happened you cared but you realized it got bad and then you realized it was too late and you moved onto the next person to care about until it was too late for them too.