Winter started off so wonderful, a new flame to provide warmth and shelter
Everything seemed bring and new
It was a first for everything and every moment was magical
But with every delicate flower that blossomed within that new budding love
…There was a risk for it to be crushed
It cannot withstand the howling wind, rain, and storms that it brought
With that the glimmer of warmth of winter was gone .. and once again…
The nights feel cold once again, and once again you realise you are truly, truly, all alone
I think we all have a limit.
A point where just one small thing can put you over the edge.
Something small that usually wouldn’t bother you.
But you have had enough.
I think you know it’s happening, even when you try to convince yourself everything is okay.
People think you are fine when you are barely holding yourself together.
You try to brush it away, pretend it is not real…BUT IT IS there and it eats away like you like an internal parasite.
The parasite is eating away at your and slowly it takes over your whole body.
Slowly you become an empty shell…Where you feel nothing, care about nothing, and do things you didn’t care about.
It’s a ticking timebomb and someday…you are gonna explode.
Then you will know.
It’s too late.
You’ve reached your breaking point.