you broke me. throw a party.
it's cold. i can't feel my legs when i step outside. i can't feel my thoughts. i can't feel anything. this city is a hard one. it doesn't work for me, i work for it. hours collect to form days that collect to form weeks that collect to form months. and i can't keep time. i mark my progress by breakthroughs. so few and hard to come by. i should keep my head up, right? i'm here doing something. you told me i was strong. was. was. was. you took my last ounce of strength. the one who built me up tore me down in a few short sentances. i need a break from this place. where should i go? home is no longer home. friends are no longer friends. this place that is killing me is the only place that comforts me now. for so long i've been here, resisting people, resisting friends, because they weren't YOU. because they didn't compare to YOU. i won't look back from here. my concept of home is destroyed. i don't want it anymore.