And I feel my deep makeup, the ache inside, go away.
I feel completely drained. Like I have used all of my happiness. Like the golden days are behind me. And those same days are the ones that have drained the life out of me. Don't you see the life's irony? Will I ever be okay? I feel like I won't recover from this. And I will stay floating in this nothingness, forever.
You were meant
To rattle the tectonic plates
Of anyone who has ever told you
That you're not enough.