Poems from State of Mess
I’m not sure if I’m a warrior,
not sure if I’m a fighter.
Possibly?
I keep withstanding the storms,
even though they cause damage
each...
Healthy,
Skeletal.
Strong...
He broke me.
It happened again,
I knew it would!
I warned him,
I told him!
He let me believe him,
I shouldn’t have though.
He can’t have my trust again.
No one can.
I cannot trust.
I cannot trust!
“Commencing lockdown!”
I repeat,
“Commencing lockdown!”
You...
Person?
Dead soul?
Even have a soul?
No one.
I am no one.
This is me-
no-
No.
This isn’t me.
Who am I?!