Cursing through my veins. Piercing through my heart and plunging down into my soul. This pain races through my body. It aches and burns as it fills all the cracks where I'm broken. It's a bad medicine that leaves a bad taste. Nothing is washing it away. Nothing can stop the taste of it. My body is growing accustomed to it. I guess this pain isn't leaving. It's become too permanent. Maybe I'm meant to be broken. Shattered into a thousand pieces. I'm not fixable. I might as well stay awhile. Looks like I'm stuck in this depression.