only beating hearts can be broken.
considering sending the block of ice in my chest to hell.
i'm insecure and insignificant.
always the dreamer and never the dream.
this is civil war inside my head -
mass murder in both regiments.
everything i wrote yesterday was inspirational.
today it just seems trivial.
i'd give up, but i'm afraid to let go.
i really don't want to fall.
