Sitting alone once again, I begin to think.
Which on my part is not a very healthy choice.
But once I get going I can not stop.
Life, what's it worth?
Love, what's the point?
Family… doesn't know.
Everything is torn inside this box that is my broken heart.
Don't get ahead of yourself; this isn't about you, completely.
I won't lie; you have something to do with it.
It's time to reach inside, praying I find all the pieces.
The pain doesn't really hurt, not anymore.
It is, however, relatively frustrating.
I think I lost a few pieces in the carpet, but that's okay.
I'll look for them later, or I'll just vacuum.
I'm out of glue, tape will have to do.
Eventually I will get the hang of this.
They always say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Honestly I am beginning to believe that what doesn't kill you…
Just brings you one step closer.
Closer to the end of a burning bridge, it's quite a fall.
But unless you take the plunge, you'll never know.
So here I go, I just wish someone was holding my hand.
And if it can't be you, and it can't be him, and it can't be them.
Well, maybe, just maybe, with all the shit I've dealt with…
My so-called strength might just pull me through.