Strings

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Falling apart, but bearing a smile
I don't want to worry you,

I'm burned out.
Tearing at the seams
This havens being so subtly demolished.

I feel as alone as I was before.
Left again with this destructive train of thought,

Left with nobody but myself to pull me back together.
I've been so very selfish,

You can't expect someone to keep you afloat,
An individual that Is not I,
I've let this get out of my control,
I've let it get to that.

I feel almost like a shell of my older self.

I feel so pathetic; limp little puppet
Pull at these strings.
Make me smile, something.

I want not pity, not sympathy.
I'm just so very afraid you're going to leave but even so;

I'll be here when and if you come back I say knowing that I'll have already spiralled down.

I've crashed.
You have no idea.

Know that when you leave the foundations you've laid in me will rip through and ruin all you will not want.

-n|s

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