It seems this world is made of glass;
Distorted, cracked, and broken.
An endless sea of hopes and dreams,
Tossed to oblivion.
Unfixable in all its flaws,
I wish it would make sense.
But the pieces never fit together,
I'm left with frayed loose ends.
I wonder if it will ever stop-
This constant downward spiral.
Because every time I reach for it
I can never take control.
The harder I work, the harder it is
To lead a normal life.
Away from this fear, hate and pain
Cutting like a dull-edged knife.
It's sickening how far we've gone,
We're never coming back.
Such a perfect fit, this atrophy,
For a place that's drenched in black.