You can polish yourself until the day you die, but you’ll still be defective.
Alone is where I do not wish to be
inside a lonely mind, trapped, it seems.
I climb and climb but I do not reach the surface
instead I drown, do to my own carelessness.
I try and repair the broken pieces,
instead they crumple around me as if trying to send me a message.
I take a breath and wonder why
why I left myself, and
why I dug these holes so deep
I can’t sit here for the rest of my life and suffer this defeat.
I break the walls that bind me here,
I free myself from all hopelessness and fear.
I fix the broken pieces in my life,
before what I have is out of sight.
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