im exposed in my covers, and my layers
the sickness in my mind is seeping thru my pores
making me appear more and more unstable
at least when i look in the mirror,
thats what i see,
instability.
i lay in my bed feelin the cracks of my heart
it seems sometimes, the cracks and rips arent there
then someone pulls a trigger,
and im blasted back to a full size picture of myself,
and there they are,
beneath the covers and layers
all the cracks this life has given me.
i am worthless.
i am no longer of any value..and i dont know how to refurbish myself.
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