If
there was ever a time someone needed you most it was when they
had it all together, worried only of what would become of
everything when it unraveled, the tiny wisps of twine that hold a
person together, temporary suspended happiness. Because coming
undone isn’t the scary part, it’s waiting it out that
stops your blood, knowing you’ll be unhinged again but
never really knowing exactly when or how long it’ll be
until you’re human again.
