What we fall for when we're already down.

i'll try to describe the way that it felt to



tell my own mother her son is a failure.

his heart is too cold to love anyone but himself.

it's like stabbing an icicle straight through your chest.

your whole body shivers as it coarses your blood.

and your quivering throat keeps

choking on those words,

mama i tried a thousand times

i'm frozen to the core.

your son is a glorious mess,

who wrecks anything he adores.

but deep in his center he swears

there