Fix

I'm to the point where the only way I can be who I want to be someone needs to open me up and fix the gears that keep me running.

What can you do when it's not your fault and it's just a malfunction and the repair shop is out of what you need.

I'll tell you what you can do.

You can sit there and wait as slowly, that one malfunction tears your insides into dust.

Though it doesn't end there.

Spiders crawl inside you and make a little home for themselves.

At least you're good for something.

Finally.


You'll sit in that chair maybe for forever, because guess what.

No one notices you're gone.

No one cares.

You were just too old and broken.

Everyday you went out into life believing, knowing, that things were going to get better. Though it's turns out that it was all a lie. Because you were a dreamer. You were too much of a dreamer. You never realized that people die before they become happy. Others were happy, but stayed alive to long so their lives got messed up all over again.

So please give me the answer to this question:

Where do you draw the line?

Honestly why not kill yourself when you're happy. When life gives you a little mercy.

You know it's gonna get bad again, so end it happy.

Because you will never get out of this.

You are simply doomed to the depths of Hell. Oh, you can try to crawl out. Try, until all your nails fall and break off. To the point where your hands show more inside then out. You can't go on. No matter what you try you won't get out and it will only cause more blood to drip to the ground fertilizing your soon to be grave.

All because you weren't good enough.

You couldn't do anything because you needed to be fixed.

Broken you are, and broken you will stay.