I'm shattered into a million pieces..
Again, this is my fate.
It'll be a while before I can pick everything up.
Or maybe I should stop fixing myself? And maybe.. Maybe it'll be easier to just not love anymore.
Here I am.
Again on a cliff. Thinking if it'll hurt less if I just jump down and vanish or to just climb down through jagged rocks and sharp stones - get bruised, get cut, get hurt slowly..
I'm too young to feel this old..
