I unraveled my tangled heart for you. A mess, spilling out in the open. Exposed. You took a look and walked away. How do I stitch it all back up?
Daily, the armor is in place. Swords drawn, shots fired. Sometimes I win. All too often I lose. But tomorrow I fight again.
May the storm stop raging. Lightning strikes. A shock to the heart. Torrential downpour. Tears flood eyes. Thunder rumbles. A dam breaks inside.
Maybe if I was more outgoing. Maybe if I was more exciting. Maybe if I didn’t have depression. Maybe if I was more beautiful. Maybe if I was louder. Maybe if I was more. Maybe then I could be enough.