Fractured fragments of my mind floating weightlessly in front of me.
I’ve lost myself a while back living a livid lie.
Searching in vain for something unseen to sustain my sanity.
Hope is lost as I cannot heal this hemorrhage in my head.
An empty shell that echoes of an existence erased.
A broken mind, and a broken man
Is all that’s left of me.
Author’s Note:
Sometimes I feel broken. More than just the “not working” kind of broken, but the kind where I can’t make sense of any of the pieces, or how to put them back together.
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