Toxic

I'm broken. I'm broken. I'm broken. I'm broken...
I've been repeating these words my entire life. Because I know it's true. From an abusive father, to bullies at school. I don't question why they hate me. I simply go with the flow. It's almost my time. I'm almost ready to go. But first, I will try my little experiment. And if my conclusion is not what I want, I will be gone by the end of the month. One month. One month left to live. One month left to breathe. One month left for reality.