TysonFRIGHT

you are a broken house with smashed windows and ivy growing between your fingers you are fragile and with every creaking footstep on the stairs you pray so hard that you have let the right one in there will be people, people with minds so blissfully ignorant that they walk right through you and do not see the splintered furniture residing within your body, you are invisible to them, and sometimes you wonder if you are even there but then there are other people - people worth staying standing for, people who will walk in and gently run their fingers along the parts of yourself that you forgot were even there, people who will explore your