I would like to think that I am indestructible. That I am unbreakable. That the only time I will fall, is when I choose to succumb to the effects of time. But I cannot. Because the inevitable fact is that I am only human. I am flawed. I have chinks in my armor. I am only human, and being human will destruct me all on its own. There are days where I feel as if I cannot go on, as if seeing the light of tomorrow's sun would make matters worse for me. I feel so hollow and empty and numb. I am alive and functional, by definition. But in all honesty, I was lost a long time ago. I'll disappoint everyone that I love and I dread to shed the facade that I have so carefully crafted, I have already disappointed myself. I am breaking and I am crumbling and I am falling apart bit by bit and no matter how many times I try to put myself back together, I can't. Because you can't make something whole when it was chipped, to begin with, replacement parts don't last forever. Everything is temporary. Everything is temporary.
