protest two

these are just things, things that i didn't really understand, let myself understand. where finally it all had failed me, i was ready to die, i was done, its just that my body hadn't gotten that message quite yet.

i feel these days like a shade, a shadow, hollow. all of those parts i gave to them in the past.

so, yeah.

i am flawed, i am broken. and you cannot fix me, i'm not even sure that i can at this point.