(3/3) worthless.

the older you grow, the more your heart dies; and i learned

this true after i left you, making me remember when my father

told my mother never, i started to wonder about the first love

of my best friend who was like my brother. & when i pressed

my chipped nails against my forehead after clawing your words

from my breast, i sighed the words whispered to me every night

i lie in bed: you'll die with the same concept as a living cadaver

walking around, worthless.

they're always telling you how you're so young, but it's only like

that until forever comes soaking you up to the ears, then you're

calling yourself old, that's the thing, you're never just young,

because something is always telling you for you. but even though

i was careful, it didn't help; it seems you can be the only one to

break yourself (healing is a phase that comes in burst; don't hold on

to it for too long, or else you'll find yourself dangling from a cliff

without any help). so when you've been given a piece of land worth

more than you, wrapped in the sorrows of others ('cause why wouldn't

we want to bury the dead in misery?), you'll realize that growing meant

giving pieces of your soul away. leaving a paling, lifeless thing, that's

completely and utterly worthless.