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.