what am I made of
because I swerve when push comes to shove
glass bottles falls to the ground I watch it splatter
but it’s still a bottle just broke to pieces a cluster of it’s own matter.
We break too like what’s the matter?
only on on earth where 24 hrs sounds long but a day full of laughter hours turns to seconds you don’t realize it when you let go time moves faster.
and when I let go I see my mistakes only after... the fact
And I try to change but I can’t , sarcastic claps for life now days nothing but a stage and I just can’t act.
Thinking I had 21 years some don’t make it this far due to struggle.
I dream of a better world but reality has a talent for popping my bubbles.
If I was swiped off earth there would be no issue.
Make my family strong with no need for tissue
everyday I wake up my heart hurts I miss you.
but move on family if the day comes
I see what I’ve been now, when there is a problem I run
they say mind over mater but what the fuck did I become.
A broken bottle splattered matter a waste a space.
I hope you get a peice of the pie the smell makes me sick I don’t want a taste.
I don’t blame you i wouldn’t want anything to do with me either I look in the mirror I see everything on the inside too not just my face.
As you know I have questions for whatever got me here
days are foggy one day it will be clear
so for whoever created this matter I hope you see this
what am I supposed to make with all these broken pieces?