This frail thing that I discovered only recently. Some call it a heart, I call it useless. It has been torn from me, and shattered, like a mirror that reflects all my failures, and given back, leaving me just a shell. I lived without it most of my life, and when I discovered it I thought of it as the greatest thing in the world, until now. Now I despise it as if it's the cause of everything that's gone wrong in my life, even though I know it's not. I don't know what to do with all of these pieces, except try to forget about it, and that's all but possible.
 Apathetic One · Fri Oct 06, 2006 @ 01:16am · 1 Comments |
