Up and down, in and out, ebb and flow

Like my life with all its highs and lows 

I'm broken, I'm fixed, I fall apart

But picking up the pieces is an art

And I've been doing it so very long

Putting the pieces back so very wrong 

Causing my own collapse and destruction

Not knowing how to plan my reconstruction

Living with the sense of constant stress 

My body, mind and soul are such a mess

But I look forward to the day I finally discover 

How to build myself stronger and be my own lover

And it's hard love yourself when you're so distraught

Tangled in a mess of suicidal thoughts

 

 

-wanted to take it further, and finish off a bit nicer than this, but unfortunately- once again, I ran out of juice :P hahaha