I just wonder
why l bother

When my heart is being shred
The air squeezed from my lungs
And the butterflies in my stomach
promises of love and joy
have turned to blood thirsty piranhas
Eating their way through everything
They stumble upon

That without allowing yourself
to be vulnerable
to open yourself up
Neither joy nor grief would be

So rage and fester, heart break
For l’d rather have a bleeding heart
Than one that doesn’t feel a thing

It’s okay not to be okay, even though l now sound like a complete cliché (via jacelightwoocl)