I am listening to your pain with open ears.
I wonder how I'm going to stay alive.
I hear everything other people are programmed to ignore.
I see nothing you want to show and everything you want to hide.
I want someone to rescue me.
I am broken.

I pretend that humor can erase anything.
I feel nothing anymore.
I touch a little less and a little more than I should.
I worry because it makes me feel like everything is fine.
I cry imaginary tears.
I am broken.

I understand nothing that matters and everything that doesn't.
I say things that don't matter to anyone.
I dream about things that don't matter to anyone.
I try to make my life worth something.
I hope that life won't keep shooting me in the face.
I am broken.