break apart
like a finished puzzle
fall apart
like a cheap table
i miss the feeling
a feeling i have never felt
of wholeness
of completeness
of being wanted
drag the ball and chain
that impersonates your life
the relationships
the needs
the wants
drag it to the end of the road
and drag it some more
drag it till it makes your ankle bleed
and drag even more
thats what life is
just one small drag
from one step to the next
just a dead weight of life
just a lie that you think is true
history repeats itself
no matter what it is
it could be the fall of rome
or dropping a glass vass
it will happen again sometime
i hate everything
including myself
i look in the mirror and puke out of revulsion
its the same every day
the round nose
the green senseless eyes
the full lips
the uneven eyebrows
the broken nose
and then i wonder what it would be like
what it would be like to die
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