I feel like sometimes I wasn't meant for this world. Emotionally I feel as if I'm to soft to survive the sling and arrows people throw. It absolutely breaks my heart when I find something or someone to pour my entire existance to. To find reasons to be a better person. Cherishing the moments that inspire me to create. Then like a bomb in a glass house everything shatters and spliters with nothing left but silence. It can only explain why my heart feels like it's gone so far in that it's inside out and I can no longer see the forrest from the trees.
Suffering every breath I know I need you.
Suffering every breath I know I need you.