like a minor train reck waiting to happen

its nearly impossible to find the exact words coming from the heart as we are constantly faced with situations where we have to make life changing decisions
any slight change and your world can collapse into a million uncollected pieces. drained of energy and hope we drown in our stress and slowly let ourselves die from the bitterness of self pity.
we loath in our distress and forget to think
before we break down and build back up in any way we can.
our ground rubber and our walls held up by grief sweat and tears.

how can you go out and say it when your words escape you and your fears keep your mouth from spilling the brutality of the truth you hide.

the tears fall and we allow ourselves to disappear into our nightmares, all while disregarding the very morals we once valued. finding ourselves is harder than finding something in plan sight; though it just might be there.

tangled in your mess you find a gap and decide to fill that with anger and destruction, so you rampage around and hurt those who in sense hurt you. we cant always fully understand why we do things the way we do them.. this has been said. what hasn't is that that is hidden by blind denial.

as we find ourselves neglecting our well being for that of others..
do we consider us selfish or cowardly to mask ourselves in these beautiful lies?