Sometimes I can’t hear my own thoughts over the sound of my heart breaking. My silent sobs are deafening and this feeling of being broken makes a home in my soul. Everything I’ve ever known, gone.
All falls down.
Misery loves company and words are a double edged sword. They cut deep when you bleed love…or breed hate. But right now, I can’t tell the difference. Black tears stain an already cold black heart.
All falls down.
Love. Hate. Humiliation. Resentment. One of these things just doesn’t belong… but the greatest of these is love? None of this shit makes any sense to me. I know everything, but I know nothing.
All falls down.
At the crossroads, how do you know which way to go? What’s right, what’s wrong? What’s white, what’s black? My entire world is a foggy shade of grey and I. Can’t. See.
When your house of cards has fallen, and all the cards have been laid out on the table, can you still rebuild a house with them?
Or will it all just fucking fall down.
mary. this is deep. your writing is absolutely moving. i wish i could give you a hug right now. i love you times infinity.
” I know everything, but I know nothing.” My current state of mind =(