It's hard when life finds a new way to kick your knees out from under you every single day.

Spit in my face,

Kick me in the teeth.

Uppercut to the chin,

Elbow to the stomach.

Pull my hair.

Bite my hands, but my hands are already scarred.

What's worth risking everything for if nothing is constant?

They're shattered. I thought they were unbreakable.

If everything breaks in the end, why bother having it?

I don't think I believe in love anymore.