What have I become? I am pulling in my irretrievably pieces, and fill in the cracks until I am whole again.
If I could start again…
IF I could make a difference…
I am trying so hard to not let you down, but I feel like if I do, you need to see my collapse so you can choose to be a better person than me. The only thing is I am going to fight, and squirm, and resist even if god himself decides to crush me.