At what point is it fair to say that something doesnt work?

Do you realized after so many times that its not working and thats when you give up?

How many times?

Or

Do you keep letting it not work until it breaks and then you say "well that didnt work."?

Is it like a broken pencil? Never again the same, though sometimes it could still be made new and work again. Just. Differently?

Or is it like machinery? Just switch out a part for a new one, and then the whole thing is good as new.

Am i a pencil? Are you? Are we both machines?
Can we even be fixed at all?

It felt like something that could have lasted forever. But maybe i WAS blind. Maybe it doesnt matter.

You know when little kids think of something and they cant quite figure out the name of it so theyre describing it as best as they can.

Is that what i was. Some kid trying to make sense of something that was incomprehensible to me.

I hate that.

I want to be understood.
Miss understood.

But isnt that everyone?

At what point does misunderstood become understood.

What does it take to get to that point?

How much does Miss Understood have to try compared to someone she wants to understand her has to try?

I cant even language.

Shut up, kid.

Everything ******* hurts. And its all too ******* much. I usually spout **** about carrying on and keeping going. But. I dont want to do that **** anymore. Im so ******* young. And im already done. Everything ******* hurts. I feel ******* old. Nothing can help me. The usual cheats and tricks are ******* worn out.