Matter

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?