I see the world’s workings through clouded eyes,
No surprise. Clear vision has never
rung true for me.
To others, I look broken, like the Titanic, I am a sinking ship
I feel dirty, saddened by my own
shortcomings,
And
tattered from the sharp razor blade pieces that invade.
So I will continue to despise my
very being, freezing reality, allowing calamity
I've lost my reason,
Struck matches to my future,
Even burned down all of my bridges,
Though I have yet to see the light.
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