I'm tired of being so thin, so in need of constant reassurance to fill the holes in my chest, and I'm cracking, I'm finally breaking. Oh, let me crumble 'til I'm nothing more than dust, and remake me to withstand myself and this separation. They say all we have is ourselves, but this is so obviously not enough. So many times I've felt like giving up and I'm holding on by my fingertips and I feel like screaming, I feel so alone. And though I've heard your voice before, for my feeble mind, I fear it is not enough.
I wish I had some form of motivation for this year.