I am becoming hard and jagged
rough with edges ripped and torn.
I am becoming bitter and cold as steel
hollow, barren, worn.
There is nothing close to light within me
nothing warm and comforting to say.
There is nothing sacred, nothing pure
I’m damaged and I feel it all today.
Everything is gone and everything in me shaken
off balance, dizzy, unable just to stand.
Everything is broken and the pieces keep disappearing
they are sharp and I can’t hold them in my hands.
So I kick them along the dirty ground as I walk by
hoping they will end up where I go.
I’m bound to end up losing some of me along the way
who I am becoming, I don’t know.
It’s quiet here, it’s lonely, it’s not healthy
for anyone to spend this much time alone.
But I have nothing to give, it’s all been taken from me
I don’t even have a place I can call home.
If you see me passing by, don’t be frightened
you probably wouldn’t recognize me anyway.
I barely know my own face when I look in the mirror
I’m scared I’ll never find myself again.