You Brokeh Me.

comelylittletree:

I feel as though I am reaching, always trying to break to the surface, trying to knock apart the ice that’s covering my skull so that I can push through and climb out of my body and get to you, as if my soul’s hands are frantically pushing against the back of my brain and soon the me that is me will climb out and you will see me for precisely who I am, all of me, bare as a newborn, bare as a blossom in the spring.