You know that feeling you get when everything you built is falling apart. From your worst enemy whether its depression, anger, or a person. All the stones you carried up the stairs are starting to crumble from every hate that was thrown at you. The bricks you once thought were strong enough to hold the world. It starts to fall from the lightest tears. You try and try to fix it, but as the days come night the more bricks start to fall. That person who gave you the bricks that told you they would never fall. Until one day they come falling down. I sit watching the rain pour down the windows. I can't help but recall every little thing that broke down my bricks. Is there even a reason to rebuild them? Where did I go wrong?
- JUBILEE TUCKER
