Self - destructing

Again.

Am sad.

Wish I could have a selfectomy.

(I'm) A cold and broken hallelujah.

So cold. So broken. And not quite in the way that desires healing. Quite in the way that just wants to cease. Living would be easier if I didn't feel each and every breath so sharply.

But now my little guy is calling to me and I'm gonna go bury my sadness in his fur. I can't let them down, however much I can't handle this. God knows it would have ended long ago if not for my wee ones. A tenuous link to reality but strong enough to pull me through again.

God help me.