So
Here I am.
Here we...? Are?
Back at square one.
I just want to breathe.
But I can't.
You're here
You will never be gone.
And I can't make it happen either.
This is like holding on to broken glass
And praying somehow
When you're done bleeding
Everything will have been fixed.
But the truth is
I'm holding onto this broken glass
Thinking you're going to come back
With some glue and stitches.
But deep deep down
I know I'll be feeling the pain for a while
Until I stop bleeding
Because I no longer can.
Please.
Hurry, the glass is getting deeper.
