Please handle me with care. I’ve been broken since I was four, when I watched my mother burned on the roof, when I carried my brother away from the danger, when I watched my father lose himself in grief.
Please handle me with care. I’ve covered myself up for years and it’s hard to put myself on the line, to let you see me, to let you know.
Please handle me with care. I love too fast, too strong, and I don’t know how to let go, how to move on.