I'm sinking lower and lower, when will I just hit the bottom? I really feel like I just don't care anymore, like all the things that once mattered to me the most have lost all meaning in my eye. I feel like I am slowly dying, crumbling from the inside out. What I don't understand is how my foundation has fallen, and yet, I'm still standing. Drain out the poison that's in my heart, the venom in my tongue. If you do, will there be anything left of me? My sickness seems to be what makes me who I am, my sharp tongue a definition, a signature of my personality. What will I be if all the anger and hatred is leeched out of me?
"My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction."
- Tahereh Mafi
Shatter Me
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