All of these broken things,
I will lay out.
I'll throw them all away,
And I'll learn to accept what I must live without.  
I can say life isn't fair,  
But I can't have what isn't there.  
I can pray for better,
But no one besides me is going to hear.

Some days I want to break all I have,
So I can possess what I am.
I want nothing to have any use just like me.  
Everything around me is complete unlike me.
I'm either feeling high or can't feel anything physically and emotionally.
But what's the ******* point of beating myself up when I know I'll soon feel nothing?

I'll live a lifetime in my cave-mind waiting for someone to see me out,
But until then I'll recognize what I can't have and what I must live without.