I am broken I can be fixed
but there is no glue strong enough to fix me.
The pieces are the size of a pea. Like a needle the pain felt when it pierces the flesh is that same old familiar pain that anger no tears because my eyes got tired of crying my rock head never aching my body never shacking. This is me now.
I was cold like ice but I would melt in the right hands but now I don't even a state .
I am neither cold nor hot . I am a thing without life.
I guess am just used . Used to pain .
I guess am far beyond being fixed am broken beyond repair.
S