I think my brain is broken
There's always nuts and bolts left on my pillow
Every morning when I wake up
They never fit back quite right
Thoughts of never being put together
Haunt me when I'm alone
Hovering over me
Telling me that I'm just going to keep falling apart
And eventually there will be nothing that holds my head into my shoulders
It will topple off
Shatter in the ground like glass
I will realize that I'm only human
And like most broken humans
I am glass
And I crack easy
I don't think I'll ever like existing
There's more of all of you than there are of me
So why is it so significant if I begin to cease
I know I have family that think this way
Those two understand what I've been trying to say
All three of us should have been aborted
We're not just glass
We are mosaics
Shattered and reconfigured