packed up emotions in bottles of glass. just a silly little world would tore me apart.
Or this stone my author has thrown so hard in order to break my heart

but it was broken way before, so I don't really care anymore.
That's what I say, but don't actually mean.
Cause my trauma didn't make me the strongest I've ever been. It broke me in pieces. They look shiny and golden, but they cut your veins as you touch them.

So I don't Let anyone near, cause you leaving me is what I really really fear.