I know I promised, no more bruises, no more cuts,
But I’m broken, just not the beautiful broken.
I’m the pieces that we throw away,
Those that have no hope, what’s hope anyway,
It’s just an illusion, one I’m addicted to.
I’m self-destructing, and it feels good,
I’m breaking but I don’t want to heal,
Nothing is worth it no more, I’m blacking out.
I tell myself to stay woke, maybe things will change,
Maybe I’ll find something worth holding onto,
Maybe I won’t be broken if I believe,
But what’s faith, when religion is my curse?
I feel lost, not just today, but always,
The pieces can’t be fixed, I can’t be fixed,
And that scares me, more than the love I hate,
I want to be fixed, by who, I don’t even know,
I’m falling apart again, giving in to the darkness,
Nothing is worth it no more, I’m blacking out.
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