Tonight i almost killed myself, i say the word almost with a question mark behind it because I don't know why I didn't, I'm confused if i was too scared of the consequences or if I honestly don't want to die,
I am a body of broken flesh,
I rearrange my parts,
Cutting a little off here,
And sticking it over there,
But no matter how much i cut off,
Or how much I rearrange my pieces,
They never quite feel right,
There's always something out of place,
I am a body with a shattered soul,
Dropped too many times,
Been built up,
The pieces neatly set,
And stitched back together,
Only to be dropped and shatter once more,
I am body with a wondering mind,
I wander if i would be missed,
I wander how things would have been,
I wander if i had only..,
I wander how much longer,
I can continue like this.
