Wait, I'm starting to suffocate.
Everything I've said and done is finally catching up to me. Karma's a bitch and she really wants to kill me.
And so I anticipate, I'm coming undone.
I'm finally starting to fall apart, ppiece by piece. And I know that I'm going to completely crumble soon.
What looks so strong, so delicate.
I look strong on the outside, but my heart is very fragile. It's been broken thousands of times now, and the pieces keep getting smaller and smaller. And I don't think anyone can put the pieces back together now. But no one has seen the pain any time my heart has been broken. Because on the outside I seem strong. But in reality, I'm not.