I feel like I might just disintegrate into shards on the next knock.
Sometimes I stare into an abyss of hopelessness I know I can’t explain to anyone who hasn’t seen it for themselves. It can’t be rationalised or reasoned with. It is not measured or calm.
People carry on, walk away, wait for me to be cheerful and happy again, and my anger and resentment simmer. I am too harsh, becoming ever-more unforgiving, and retreating increasingly into myself.
Today, I am too brittle.