For my heart is now a pile of ash

You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.

I don’t trust anyone anymore. I’m isolating myself. I’m trying to convince myself that this is just another barrier that I will overcome. But I’m scared. I’m starting to fear that my whole life will become just that: endless barriers to overcome.

Well I know you lay in bed, contemplating your own death

Note to self: You gotta do this for you. This is for you. This isn’t about anybody. Live for you. Honor you. Never lose sight of that.

I think I’m being crazy right now. But it’s good, because I’m being crazy for you

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I’m all alone, but I’m not lonely.

I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.

The body shuts down when it has too much to bear; goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb and half alive.

I fell in love with you because you loved me when I couldn’t love myself.

I’m collateral damage and I’m wrong A jagged jigsaw piece jammed in to fit haphazardly within the frame My goofiness overcomes me like a tidal wave Grace is not poised on my lips Poison seeps beneath the surface:

For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.