nothing new

i felt like i belonged there

with the shards of

broken kids.

i felt like a beautiful

fucking mosaic.

there's comfort in

rock bottom

because you know things

can't get any worse.

you know you're gone

and lost

and hopeless

and void of any worth.

i might as well

just fuck my demons.

i might as well play

with fire.

what's the point

in taming the flame

if your soul's

a goddamn pyre?

if only the smoke

could fill my chest

and this emptiness

until i choked.

fuck fuck fuck

i hate this

if only i wasn't broke