You think I like being broken? Answer honestly, is it so? Do you think my only token, is, ‘Hmm, I don’t know.”

You think it’s fun being broken? I know I’m in the wrong. And for someone who despises inaccuracies, this is like my Swan Song.

You think I fake being broken? That I hobble with my limp. That I’m working over the audience. You can’t even catch a glimpse.

You think I exaggerate being broken. I think you exaggerate your grip. Like I’m the only person who has never seen you slip.

You think I’m comfortable being broken? Okay, that one may be true. But that doesn’t mean I like the idea of me breaking you.

For now, being broken, is my cold reality. It won’t allow for others to get very close to me.

And I’m working on it, honest. Working my feelings to the bone. But for now, being broken, means I must be alone.