Broken up
Broken started to become the state of being that felt whole for me
I mean normal at most getting to the point where I believed flowers should be sprawled on the floor with porcelain fragments
I began creating unhealthy attachments to demons and deceivers hoping that they’d maybe have a change of heart because I was so pure
Basically saying that if I’m good then my bad will be overshadowed
So I started overcompensating with kindness and people pleasing
That’s where the lover girl in me was breeded
Now because of her im suffocating while trying to breathe in and exhale regrets that found a way to sink in
Letting my own mistreatment bring me to a road I’m afraid to even acknowledge
I mean if the road that I paved reigns true I have to stick it out regardless but the longer I ignore it thinking that’s harmless I feel myself turning into a corpse
I mean saying I want to commit suicide is starting to seem like a sin of omission because what’s really killing me is my desire to not complete missions
My ignorance being my place of bliss, that’s actually just a silver bullet
Me not doing the things to remove myself from my demise being the real killer
Maybe broken is all I’ll ever be but I still pray the prayer that, being broken doesn’t remain a part of me
I pray that God gives me a new identity because right now
Im living only as a piece.
