Fragmented pieces of my mind breaking down my soul like a puzzle that Just Doesn’t Fit
Anxiety so sharp like razor blades in my back bleeding to the core.
Why can’t I stop cutting? The pleasure in the release of pain is the survival of my existence.
Everyday a conundrum of emotions. Am I OKAY? I fight thoughts of staying here on this earth.
Tears pulsating through my skin leaving scars like scratches.
A heart so torn and twisted like a puzzle I cannot complete.
I walk this earth like I’m bulletproof wherein the truth lies I’m shattered.
Everyday applying my warpaint to disguise my ache
I AM BROKEN