shatter

I can feel myself harden
every time I feel like there are two yous--
one who builds and one who razes--
add another layer
I'd like to think I'm not getting more brittle
that this is scar tissue instead of shell..
but then I'd like to think you give a damn
and we both know that one, baby
I am going back to who I was
because I won't let this happen again
I won't crack I want to I won't crack
I won't crack I want to give up
is it easier?
you would know..
I dream and hope I can't remember
I fight the urge to cry
I miss you and I hate it
and every day I harden

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