1. Broken

I'm broken.

My spirit which is suppose to make me high is making me low.

My soul which is the only thing that is suppose to make me sane is trying to make me change.

My blood doesn't want to stay.

All it wants to do is drip away.

My heart which is suppose to give me love is just giving me hate.

Look at my arms.

Do you see my self harm?

I want to say something about it so bad.

But I don't want to make anyone sad.

It's not your fault.

It's this world of ours.

So many bad people is here.

They're the creators of fear.

I try to ignore all the judgement and sins.

I'm pretty sure I reached my end.

I had good family.

I had a good life.

But this world is handing me the knife.

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