The Many String Theories

Break

Cause love is violent and self care is toxic

The food is useless and tasteless; they lost meaning

As much as the rain slashing into a pool,

Trying to be different even knowing their fate

Yet its sound is beautiful and broken from the start

It plays not cause it wants to, but it is made to

Although shameless

I can feel my limbs move under the pressure

I watch them go faster

Chasing lights

Yet there is none in my glass eyes

Not anymore

I'm wearing bravado and writing in self-help books

Trying to refuel my flames,

Then this year, my limbs fallen off

My age is showing as this shirt is fading

My strength in my fingers given in with every letter

It hurts to be strong every day

To push for every victory, only to find there is another broken finger

You don't heal, you rot, you sink in the water

Then they waste hope on you

telling me to go further, when my face is frozen

People who are born in the sun

Will never understand what's it like to be born in the rain

the storms and hurricanes.