Fall Apart
I fell but I am not shattered,
I am whole but there’s a crack in me slowly growing wider.
My love, I wait for you
But how much pain should I endure before you find me?
I tell myself I don’t need love,
I don’t need a companion,
I’ve got myself and that is enough
But I can’t end these late night thoughts,
These murderous thoughts that stab my heart and butcher my brain
These thoughts that make me fall apart,
Like a glass tipped over the counter,
Shattering into millions of pieces when it hits the ground.
But I cannot be this glass,
No,
I am so much stronger than a glass
Tip me over and I will not shatter
Instead I will grow bigger and stronger
I will comeback to life
And be much better.
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