my fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation, and i know i should let go, but i can't.

what hurts the most is remembering who you used to be and seeing who you are now.

i am perfectly fine, i walk through these halls with hair in my face, and make up running down my cheeks. i am gasping for air as the tears consume me completely, my steps are fast, and i stumble over the feet around me, and my heart is broken. but i am perfectly fine.