❝Forevermore became nevermore, and all that was became broken into shards. In the midst of the wreck, we damaged one another, although we were only trying to save the other, from each other, from ourselves. But we will never heal when we live in our mistakes. Every day is a new day, they say, but not in this reality. Every day is the same day, and it's the day of reckoning.❞
Monday, August 6, 2018
2:21 P.M.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Insecurity
Poetry{ONGOING} Excerpts from a book that I will never have the time to write ❝Face down in the dirt She said, this doesn't hurt She said, I've finally had enough.❞ © The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
