I know what it’s like
to have a hole in your face,
living off the moment
and a fall from grace.
My mind is a million piece puzzle
scattered across the dirt.
Bridges burn at every turn
while every fiber in my body hurts.
I know the strife
I know the fury
I know what it’s like to be on that bridge.
There’s a sickness where no one sees,
so I keep on the way it is.
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