i'm walking a straight but not fine line downtown trying not to stare awkwardly into anyone's eyes but trying too hard to look strong. sometimes i just want to sit down and cry, maybe break, but instead i have to throw it to the wind.
i'm so tired. i just want to take ten steps back and sit down.
"so be it, i'm your crow bar. that's what i am so far.. till you get out of this mess."