a story forever told, but never old.
Coming undone

Slowly, it happens. Each day is a new struggle, you try to fight it with a smile but its only a temporary fix. The water is high and you’re jumping in to it, you’re letting go and no one knows that you cry, and you don’t tell anyone. Keep holding on, because you’re losing it. It’s not tied together with a smile anymore, you’re coming undone..