Just look at me. Do I look strong? I’m not. I’ve folded one too many times. My bones are fragile and your words chip away at what structure I have left.
You can use all the duct tape you want;but I will still be broken at the core; and there is nothing you can do to fix that.
Expect the brokenness and it shall come. Ignore it, and it will come that much quicker.
I can’t blame them for kindling the fire, yet for supplying the oxygen to keep it going. Had I put the flames out long ago, maybe things would of been different.
Still, the fire crackles. And we are puzzle pieces being forced together incorrectly. The tension has finally gotten the best of us and we are broken beyond repair.