I feel upside down.
Backwards and broken.
And the more I try to flip, walk forward and mend, the weaker I get.
Because I've flipped right side up so many times I'm not sure what side IS the right side anymore.
And I've walked so far forward that I'm going in circles.
I've mended in so many places I am covered head to toe in stitches and pieces of me fall away so easily... It's hard to put it all back together again.
Over and over this repetition exhausts me.
Because when you have a dream and it's broken it breaks you.
And when you have love and it betrays you it overtakes you.
And when you have hope and it leaves you, it devastates you.
Then all you are is a shell.
And all you see is upside down.