My Confession
I'm a tragedy, a mess.
Shattering like glass,
Fracturing, cracking, and splintering.
Exploding and falling apart.
Thoughts claw at my mind,
Emotions rip and tear through me, destroying me.
A sick twisted mass of feelings spins inside me, churning and coiling,
A whirlwind of nothingness.
Broken, bruised, and hurt,
Bursting and burning, I'm on fire,
Flames devour me, my sanity,
It climbs up slowly, devastating my chance at happiness.
Destruction spreading.
I'm a mess, I confess.
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