IT'S ABOUT IMPASSIVITY

I remember walking on sharp blades

once in a while

It's as if I believe I won't fall apart,

So why the misted-over eyes?

Why is it flowing out of my life?

A heart so cold it will never thaw.

If they come, I fall for a word

But they never come, they leave me to crawl,

In my emotional world where I feel so small.

once an hour,

I'm breaking myself.