Down to a desolate nothing
Distressed, damaged, and worn down.
Emotional battles stuffed into the dark depth of your soul.
Ignoring the ripping and tearing at your deepest loves.
Faith gone with the hope of kindling.
You found me battered behind dimples and pearls.
I reached my darkest days and have returned to myself. The journey was heartbreaking but when I found myself again, life has never so clear.
Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.