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There are days when I can't handle it
When I can't handle this world
When I can't be strong
Some days, I just break
It's like I'm watching my own funeral
And I'm hurt because no one is there.
There are times when my heart falls
It envelopes itself in the pit of my stomach
It slows to a dull drum
It tries to quit. To give up.
I have to resist the urge to rip my wings off
To leave the bloody remnants behind.
There are times when my insides bleed
Straight out of my veins and under my skin
Like broken bruises that are lost
Like giving birth to a child named Shattered
And then I awake and remember you exist
And that things will really be OK.
