loathe me

I've become this time bomb

Every bone in my body fractured
and what was used to fill these cracks was nothing but


emotional sludge.


I write like it'll fix things
I write because they tell me to
I write because I want you to see what you've done


I am foolish to say I fear I won't be the same
but who ever is

We are all everchanging and we are all letdowns...
or should I speak for myself?



I have a home but I am homeless.
I have company but I am alone.
Why do I feel so alone?













Why must I feel so alone?