Tattered.

Out of rhythm and out of rhyme

Out of sync and out of time

I’m not asking for perfection

I’m not looking for lies

I’m on the brink of a breakdown

And no one hears my cries

There’s no one I know, no one to hold

The darkness becomes me my core is the cold

No flames from a fire I’m searching for heat

No one can help get me back on my feet

There’s screaming in my soul, pounding in my head

Trying desperately to learn to cope

Flooded words come in and then go

Trying to make it, move on, and push through

Searching through Hell in need of just you

I’m tired, unbalanced and confused as Hell

No one can help me break through this spell

Nowhere I call home, no way to break free

I’m crushing under here; for all eternity.

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