I was always a giver.

All I had was just me.
Never plenty

My soul was never full
Never healthy

Still I gave away every part of me
Every ****** ounce
Not one pinched penny

I would rip the bandage off
I would rip out a chunk
Place it in somebody’s hand
Many would take it and drop it like it was nasty

Too graphic
Too pure
Too tragic

That’s it.
I’ve had it.

With each person
I’ve had it
I gave it and they grabbed it.
They took it and they stabbed it.
And I watched all the madness
All the love

How. *******. Tragic.

...I’m broken.

Broken mind.
Broken love.
And it all sounds like a broken record.