I’ve broken into a million little pieces.
I’m not strong enough, for that is my weakness.
I miss the person that I used to be.
Not a care in the world, my spirit was free.
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve with so many emotions.
But these days it feels like I’m just going through the motions.
People tell me I’m capable of so much.
Then my head always tells me I’ll never be enough.
Some days I feel strong enough to put myself back together.
Other days I feel like I’ll never get better.
Each day, I hold everything in.
How long till I break… I never know when.