Is it?

I've been extra messy lately. The pain is welling up and running over and I never know what to do with it.

Sometimes when I'm like this I end up at Hobby Lobby wondering aimlessly through the isles. 

I often see things like this.

I feel as if the jagged, rusted shard of a past life that resides in my chest gets twisted every time. I've never said anything before. I don't want to debate God, or religion, or anything really... But this hurts. 

I did believe. I believed.