Why can’t I get a hold of myself

Go back to the way I used to be

Before it happened

Before my life came crashing down

Reduced to nothing more

Than little old me.

I rebuild constantly,

And try to forget

That week

But this engineer

Can’t rebuild himself

All the physics, dynamics

Lectures or labs

Can't teach me how to mend

My shattered self.

Once I was great, mighty

Carefree and Glad.

Now I am just…

Me,

Lonely

Broken.

I have been condemned to my fate,

So does it make you happy,

That you were the one,

Who condemned me so?

Until the day comes

That someone arrives

To build me back up

I will wait in silence

And dreadful pity

Just remembering…