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.

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