I wish I could break easily.

あんなにかわいいんだから天使に決まってる by アンナ＠ブリーフ仮面 @Pixiv
"You're so cute, I'm sure you're an angel."

"Some angels don't have wings."

Does that mean they exist on Earth?

Because if angels exist, wouldn't they break easy?
Isn't that why they die early? Because "god" wants them close to him?
Isn't that why I'm still here?

Because I'm no angel. Because I don't break easy. Because I'm not cute. Because I don't have wings.
Because I'm not Perfect.
Does that make me the devil?

To be honest, I'm tired.
To be honest, I'm sick.
To be honest, I'm broken.
To be honest, I break easily.

And yet, people tell me: Like you. that I need to be strong.
That I need to be healthy.
That I need to be put together.
That I need to be holding together.
Like some broken toy that refuses to be played with anymore.

So help me. Like you never have.
So nurse me. Like you have been doing.
So fix me. Like you don't know how.
So hold me together. When I can't even hold myself.

So teach me love. Teach me how to be strong, healthy, put together, and held together.

Teach me how not to be broken.
I don't remember a time when I wasn't.
And I'll teach you how to see that I am.

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