Breaking

Sometimes life just sucks.
And there’s heaviness everywhere you look.
Everywhere—people are broken, sick, dying, having relationship issues, going to treatment, dealing with an alcoholic family member, getting abused by their spouse, etc.
This world is so broken.
And there’s times where I just have my “broken moments”.
I stuff,
stuff,
stuff.
And the heaviness gets deep,
high,
thick.
And then I just break.

Have you ever watched yourself cry in the mirror?
Just sat there, just you and the mirror, and really stared into your eyes?
Studied the expressions on your face?
Watch the corner of your mouth curl as your bottom lip quivers.
Watch the pain seep out of your eyes and down your cheeks.
Tears making lines down your fragile face as if making a path of all the built up crap.
The tears almost stain your face like a tattoo on your skin.
Reminding you of where you’ve been and where it’s gotten you to.
And they just flow,
and run.
And you sit there, watching yourself, and a million things come to mind.
First pity.
You pathetic thing, look at you!
Allowing yourself to break like this.
Then frustration.
How the Hell did you let yourself open a door to even the opportunity of this pain to happen?
Then finally; sympathy.
That stuff was building up for too long.
You needed to break.
And yeah, it hurts like a mother.
But my gosh, you needed to break.