once i closed my eyes
and i laid back, looked inside
it was a crazy lonely place
a hollow, dirty grave
my breath shuddered in like winter wind
and hawled out like a scream
and all those tiny, broken pieces shook and clinked
and glass broke
as it fell like tears
like rain
upon the ground
of my troubled, blackened, bruised, bleeding heart
my overfilled,
beating, living heart
i stood there,
i took in all the hurts of the past
inventory is always hard
fixing scars isn't like fixing cars
but fuck i can fix one
and i have time
(i can't fucking drive)