Hold my heart because it might break. All this time I’ve been trying to avoid the pain so that when I have to deal with it I won’t shake. It’s the memories of all that was done wrong to me, the actions that I can’t unsee, the people who’ve become history to me and the words that were said to me. It’s said and done, yet  I can’t seem to find peace with any of it. I tried to run from it all but she still manages to find me or maybe we’re just vibrating on the same frequency. I no longer know where to start because every time I’ve tried to tap into it, I’ve  fallen apart.Life gets depressing, my emotions start naturally confessing, the ***** face also start resting...consistently, because it has forgotten that every good memory in my mind should be refreshing and now when I look back at all the little bits of good and fun that was had, my heart can’t comprehend any of that so the next best thing is to be sad.