ON THIS BROKEN DAY

I went off my medication.  It isn’t doing me any good.  I still hurt.  I still cry.  I still mess up.  I still feel worthless.  It’s been years.  My normal.  It’ll always be part of who I am.

 

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The guillotine fell

Quick and sharp

Cut all the tears

The screams short

The body left

Empty and numb

In a dreary heap

Just flesh and bone

That’s the drama

That is felt

As if all the warmth

Is stolen forever

And the cold

Is granted a stay

Every good thought

That was ever had

Leaps to their death

Obliterated

On the sharpest

Edges of dark

Cut and torn

In shreds they lay

Not even enough

Left of them

To bleed

On this broken day