How I hurt

If anything was true

It’s that I lose every battle

I fight.

But I can’t what is loss

I can’t tell

What is right.

They tell me how easy scars

Tend to bleed

 Before we heal.

They tell me to find

“Reality”

Or I lose what is real.

The say a brilliant idea

Came from stupid’s

Stuff.

They tell me to be good.

What is

Good enough.

Even though

I whisper

They always say I yell.

Say I’m a

Piece of Heaven.

After putting me through hell.