Walking While Broken

Understand me when I say this,

because there's only so much

energy I have with which to explain

so much. I don't know what I'm doing

here or how the hell I'm going to


survive this.


I don't think I know where I am

or how to find my way back home

again. More than likely you are

going to see me wandering the

streets of this too big, wannabe city;


just ignore the tears rattling and

the blood dripping down my face

and body. And please listen with

every ounce of focus you have

because I've finally cracked and


I


need


help.