Fix My life

I know I need to fix my life 

But I can't use a knife 

Yes I'm in pain

But that blade

Isn't gonna help the strain

I'm going insane 

'Cause I'm stuck 

I'm stuck in a strut 

But I'm not gonna cut 

I promised my love that i would never cut 

And that's a promise I will keep 

I just need to find peace 

Or something that to help me keep calm 

So I can move on

And maybe I can fix these broken bones 

Or this Strife 

I call life  

This poem is about: 
Me

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