I have nearly ruined myself on poison of misunderstanding.
Evaporating underneath the sink of brown, warm water trickling
From the bottoms of pipes I sit, afraid; so worried it might stop.
Gave myself away like a cheap display,
Let my worries build and bind until I saw
All of the mess I'd left behind,
And took a long moment to pick up broken glass,
Fragments of me spread an speared into these last
Hopeless years of a good hearts neglect.

Now I'm awaken but stricken by a shift in my division.
I am about to find life but life is leaving.
Just goes to show that I've great timing.
Suicidal with this heart of mine.
Clever ways to sabotage all the good I've found,
And consecutively lost.

Me now sick of me for everything I feel and fail to see.