I say it dosen’t hurt me

I say I’m fine.

This isn’t your typical teenage faze

Where I hate everything

Where I want to die

Where I fake depression and Anxiety



This is a 16 year old crying

Crying for thier mother’s life

But see mother

He broke something that was already

Broken



In all this dispair I tried to become a handy man

But this handy man was old and rusty

This handyman wasn’t so good at It's job

This handy man lost

It’s hope
It’s voice
It’s heart

And was left with nothing


I tried to explain

I can no longer repair

For you see

A broken Hand

Can’t repair a broken heart

For he broke you

And you broke your handy man