I am Made of Tatters

I’d rather be a part of nothing

Than a fake part of something.

 

I’d rather have no friends at all

Than these that won’t let me fall.

 

I’d rather be broken and lost

Than content in a life with no cost.

 

So I will continue to battle.

 

And as my bones crumble,

And as my legs stumble,

 

I will listen to them rattle.

 

I will kick and scream 

And tear at the seams

That pretend to keep together

This patchwork failure.

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