The dam broke Wednesday
The salty liquids rushed out of my eyes 
For an hours worth road trip 
Only for shame 
Did it cease 
Forcing laughter
Wishing for some kind of peace 
Understanding from my quiet soul
From his heart, maybe he could 
Tear me apart
Analyze my insides
And repair the damage 
That has been wrought upon me 
Over these couple decades of life 
That I've lived

I am repulsed
By my **** poor dimly lit fire
Couldn't I have done better 
Couldn't I have scavenged the woods
Until I found a reasonable amount of fuel to keep this fire alive
Couldn't I have...