They say you're nothing,
You're drowning in your pool of tears and watching everyone around you breathing...
Laughing.

You're nothing.


You can believe it, you can be it
But you cannot escape the labels, no matter the inaccuracy.
Broken, pathetic, depressed, b*****,

All words

All empty

All... Painful.

Most days you wake up and wish you hadn't
And spend your days locked up, wondering if I should be crying or laughing
With all of this, you wonder why you carry on
But we already know the answer.

You look at me just to see yourself,
I am nothing to you but a reflection.
Standing still each day I take in your words while you cry.
You hit me, screaming at the world
You want answers I can't give you.

Once the rage washes away, you look at what you have done.
Cracked, I still stand tall and faithful
You tape me and whisper to me

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

It's okay.

When the sun rises again, the rage burns once more.
Demanding the universe give back to you, you hit me in hopes they'll listen.
Cracked, I still stand tall and faithful.

And so, you tape me.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

It's okay.

As it grows dark, your world crumbles into ruins and you run to me
You tear stained face and unruly hair inches from mine
Demanding I fix it all, you hit me.
I shatter.
On the floor, I look up at you in pieces.

And so, you tape me.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

It's okay.

Before you close your eyes, you reminisce all the lies
You charge at me, and kick me as if I'd done it.
Looking down and panting at me, I break before you.
Barely able to look at you, I stand as tall as I can.

And so, you glue me.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

At ease, we both rest.
When the sun arose, so did the beast within.
Snaking into the room as I slept, you crush me with all your might.
Before thinking, I turn to dust
To sand.

And so, you pull out the tape
And the glue.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

But it's not okay.

Waiting too long
You never thought of me
You can only break things many times.

But fixing them... Takes patience.

You always fixed me.
But you never paid attention to the damage, each time.
And now, you're taping sand.
And it is too late.

Goodbye...

Goodbye...

Good...

Bye...