Never. Again.

I've been broken

& falling apart

for a few months now.

I've been aching

denying feelings

for even longer.

I've made choices

bad choices

for just as long.

Then.

This. This happened.

Everything inside me, detached

bled & died.

& now I'm here

clinging onto everything

that makes me glad I'm alive.

I think...

I think I stopped fighting.

You know, to keep breathing.

& I need to fix that.