He is no one, not even his own reflection.
He puts in the work and the effort but he never sees change or results.
All he sees is the way his bones break and his heart stings at night.
A story about me.
About the way love feels after abuse.
The way I pray for change,
The way I don't recognize myself
And the way there are people I would tear the world apart for if they needed me too.
A story about breaking yourself for others until you meet people that take you broken or whole, suicidal or stable, alive or dead.