Nothing Left To Lose

I shattered.

I broke.

I cracked, and I crumbled.

Not everything you see on the surface is reality…

Everything felt lost, therefore, I had nothing left to lose.

… I don’t think I would’ve gone there. I don’t think I would’ve wrote that. I don’t think I could have done that if I hadn’t first broken.

The mirror has to shatter, before you can see reality.