Can’t fix what ain’t broke... Right?

The scratches on my wrist, ragged but a bit too deliberate

"Just my dog"

Those meaningless nights staring at the ceiling, droplets gracing my cheeks, pinched lips confining a desperate plea

"I slept well"

My throbbing pulse and clenched fists, appreciating curves and waves- no, no, crushing guilt

"Sorry, I zoned out for a bit"

Reading pointless stories with abused words, happy endings for fictional fellows, pretending I could have one too

"I was up studying"

Grinning, laughing, stressed yet a success, tired but fulfilled, a facade of a genius, split second cracks covered up by tape

They call it empty but the gnawing ache is all too much there

Is this what broken looks like?

Clutching the blanket like a madwoman- as a madwoman- crumbling to pieces, dead or dying there's no denying it's all the same

Scotch tape when I need super glue

Drama queen, wallowing in self pity, a perfect life's not good enough for you spoiled brat, abomination, undeserving wretch, too fragile to handle a challenge

Nobody cares when you're a

Fr ea k

F a g

Failure.