how far will i stretch myself before i break?
...or have i broken already?
i tell myself i can heal, that this is only a tear.
but in the bottom of my elastic heart, i know i've snapped.
i know that my perception of life, and love, and friendship, has shattered.
i know that i have risked my emotions and psychological stability for too many people.
too many people who haven't done the same.
and over the years, it wears you down.
that stretching, bending over backwards, pushing and pulling...
it's finally reached that thousand pound limit.
the thousand pound limit that, in all reality, is probably more like ten thousand.
because i know the strength of my compassion is more than the average weight lifter.
because i know the power of my loyalty is more than a champion team of sled dogs.
and no matter how jaded i may be, i can't stop caring.
damned.
and broken.
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