If everything and everyone was alright,
I keep asking myself, "Why did i remain broken?"
The people around me were loud, but the voices in my head screams the loudest.
Why was i here in a place with open windows but no lights reflected in?
With this shaking hands of mine,
I'm writing this poem from deep inside my heart and mind.
I have multiple strings of thoughts tangled inside my head,
Maybe something sharp would give me peace instead.
I broke myself ones again to fix people that are out of my reach.
