I think I might be broken
But not the fun broken
Where the boy puts me back together.
The type of broken that everyone avoids
The messy angry broken
The horribly guilty broken
The disgusting miserable broken.
Sometimes I can't fall sleep at night
Because im scared I'm too broken
For any toolbox
any diagnoses
And any prayer.
All these people
And all these outfits
Are ****** glue sticks
I found under my bed.
I wonder every now and then
Who was holding the hammer
When I fell to peices
Mayve it doesn't even matter.
When I broke I bled
So much blood that I drowned
And now my sheets are stained.
Nothing I do is real these days
Because all of its a distraction
All of its a problem
All of its a disease
None of its life.