My heart is inconsistent
There is no way to fix her
She will never be happy
Everything breaks her
And everything fills her
The smallest things make her feel so happy
And also the smallest things shatter her to pieces
Too emotional
Too sensitive
Too everything but good
Too everything but tolerable
Too everything but happy
I find myself stumbling over my emotions
Sometimes I’m unsure of how to describe what I’m feeling
Who is this person I become sometimes?
I hate everything
Including myself
I never know what to do.
I feel like every decision I make is wrong
You want me to follow my instincts?
I would be dead if I did
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