i wish i had two heads, so that i could spot what was real and what was fake. one for seeing straight through cracks to make up for the rose-colored glasses the other wears. perhaps this way i could be ready for the hurt.
My body is falling apart I crack my right-hand pointer finger And it gets sore, each time I do it Crunching, more than popping And aching as it does
The fingers on my right hand Don’t type right anymore The pinky, ring, and middle All tight and unforgiving Clumsily stumbling across the keys
My jaw, Pops and cracks on the right side Always sore Always an aching sort of pain That clicks when I chew gum And think about talking too much
The bones On my right foot Don’t look quite right They bend in the wrong places The skin above them blue atop sticking calcium, where the skin should be smooth
my body is falling apart and that is a metaphor the right side is falling apart and that is a metaphor because my body is falling apart the right is falling apart and it is a metaphor it is a metaphor god It is a metaphor A broken metaphor
Inside my mind is a battle, I'm not okay, They didn't stay. I'm broken, My words remain unspoken. I kinda want to die, But all I do is cry. The fights grow, But I don't let it show. I'm not perfect like I should be, I'm drowning in a sea. I no longer want to fight, I'll just give up the light. Everything is ending, But I'll keep pretending. I'm sure I'll be okay, Just not today.
Why am I like this? It shouldn't be this way Am I really alone Or is it my brain just forcing me back Back in time To the dark To this inescapable prison Where have I gone Where are you Whoever you are I can't do this myself I just keep falling No one realizes I'm slowly failing life The longer I go the more I fail Slowly crumbling with every step Failure is second nature now It hurts but I can't get around it I can't stop it now I'm gone Doomed to this world of darkness Of failure Will my brain ever let me go Or do I need someone?