I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.
You're not the only piece of patchwork birds can pull worms from.
There is a point when tears don't work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers.
Everything is out there. That's why they call it everything.
If we really do get what we give then I give up, so I can get up.
We both spend our money on things that break too easily like… people.