I’ve got to be almost broken, these cracks have all but consumed me. I’ve worn thin, and my pieces are just too small to glue. Just how close to becoming dust, do I really need to get? I have yet to find a savior, and I’m dropping piece by piece. There’s not much left of this empty shell, so why do I still seek. All that remains is nothing, I’ve just become too weak. So do me one last favor and give me a subtle shove. That should finish off the rest of what is left of me.
~heart & soul~