I watched as you ran. I watched as you tried to gather me up in your arms. Then you realized....I was too much for you to handle. I was too much for anyone to love. I was broken. I was invisible to anyone who tried to love me. Somedays you don't even so up when I need you the most but your always there when I don't need you. I can't take you. Your so beautiful and yet you can't find the broken pieces that I call myself.
YOU ARE READING
Why?
SpiritualSome days we all just want to stop. But the question we all ask is 'Why?'