wings
The wings are feeling heavy tonight. And dark, wilted, curling in on themselves. Amazing how you can live each moment trying to be your best only to get knocked down. I know, I know, it happens to everyone. But there comes a time when you look around and you don't see anyone standing with you. How did that happen? Did I fuck up? Did they all succomb to the darkness? Why's it so cold? Why can't anyone hear me? Because I'm alone. And not really alone but some people's daggers hurt worse than others. And I have a war going on in my own fucking house. I can't take y'all down. No one's nicer to you when you live a harder-than-normal life. You still have unhappy bosses, snarky coworkers, friends who don't understand or are deaf to your cries of pain. You still have arguments with your partner and children and your mom still gives you that soul-withering, disapproving look. But sometimes i do wonder how much more intense the drama would be if my daughter we...