Inconsistencies

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