Stop building a home inside of people. You'll feel it all. Every tremble in their hands, every lump in their throat. Trapped behind a rib cage that protects you from nothing. Holes in your heart from all of the stitches you've made in theirs. You're disappearing. Let the blood rush through their veins and hope you don't drown. You don't need help to fall apart.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
Stop building a home inside of people. You'll feel it all. Every tremble in their hands, every lump in their throat. Trapped behind a rib cage that protects you from nothing. Holes in your heart from all of the stitches you've made in theirs. You're disappearing. Let the blood rush through their veins and hope you don't drown. You don't need help to fall apart.
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