He really broke me.
Then she broke me.
Since then I've been floundering.
I'm young, but I'm most afraid that I've missed my chance.
I feel like I'm still waiting for my life to begin.
With each day, I grow more anxious.
It gets unbearable.
And I hate crying at home.
It echoes--in the shower.
In bed, it's hot against my pillows, and I can't breathe.
I used to in my car, but now I park outside.