Cracks

After we went our separate ways, I told myself I wouldn't let this be the end of me

Yet here I am, trying to keep myself together as my bones begin to crack carrying the weight left by your absence

 

"Things get better"

At least that's what they say

If that were true, how comes I'm still such a broken fucking mess?

 

Maybe I'm just weak Not strong enough to see this through

For every step I take towards stability, I take another ten steps back

 

I've regressed to the way I was before

Constant fluctuation between euphoria and belittlement

I thought I'd finally reached the shore, but I've been taken back by the waves

Perhaps I should just accept that I'm too far gone?