I am…
the puzzle piece that doesn’t fit
the fury that turns into rage
the darkness that consumes light
the wound that never heals
I am…
the shards of glass from a broken mirror
the dead battery when you got somewhere important to be
the scab you continue to pick and bleed
the sadness that comes with the end
I am…
the high that wears off right before reality
the end of the road with nowhere to go
the split path with no explanation
the black of night with no shining stars to guide the way
I am…
forever disappointing
seven years of bad luck
the flat tire in the pouring rain
crashing waves that suck you under
I will…
Fight
Flight
Scream
I am…
Fucked
Wicked
Ruined
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