clutching my broken ankle

i look up to the darkness

the pit that i fell in

and i wonder to myself

where was my net?

where was the net that was promised to catch me?

Where was the net that should have caught my fall

when i jumped into the pit of love

i took a chance

and it broke through

snapping cord like a wishbone that ended on its bad side

tears welling up at the pain

though i hate to cry

it makes me feel so...

not masculine

like i'm not myself

but if i'm not myself, who am i?

thats the billion dollar question isn't it?

Its all brought back to seed into my mind, because of the Broken net

that should have caught me

a broken net, that failed to save me.