maybe i’m broken. maybe life just made me this way. and maybe i would have been sick regardless.
maybe this is stupid. maybe there’s no point trying. maybe i should never have started this.
maybe i’m just sand in the wind. background noise to someone else’s performance. maybe it doesn’t matter. maybe in the end, i’m just gonna be forgotten.
maybe i’m an empty shell by the ocean. maybe someday, you’ll find me, and take me home. let me fall apart under loving eyes, in your garden.
i’ll draw pictures of myself until i forget what the real version is.