Everything ends the same way. Inevitably, you're left wondering what you did wrong...or whether you were ever really right in the first place. Inevitably, you show the world just how weak you are, when the floor falls away from beneath you and you can't catch yourself before the plummet down into whatever lies below. Inevitably, you let your guard down for just a day, a minute, a second...and that second is when you break. Inevitably, you curse the world while you're down, and then you stop cursing and you start crying because there's nobody else to blame and the person who used to be there to help you up has disappeared. Inevitably, you come to realize that this isn't going to heal (along with the others), because nothing you can say or let out can ever do justice to the amount of pain a girl can possibly carry.
Inevitably, you give up. Inevitably, inevitably, inevitably.
There's an easy solution to this. It's the solution that I've been implementing for my entire life. I thought I could take the chance just this once...
The way to fix this is to shut it out. Take back the broken pieces and keep them safe, under lock and key.
No, I won't ever know the joy of entrusting yourself to a person you love...but at least nobody can hurt me.
I'd rather be empty than be weak.
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