I'm broken in a million pieces
trying to stand up my feet
took some shots
trying to remember who I am
trying to understand
this way, empty and messy like glass
called life

lost the battle
with myself

It was about 3 in the morning
he would wake me up

everything was blurry
all I had
was a memory of you
sitting with your legs crossed
in the other side of the room
but even that was fading away

I was desperate
exhaust
defeated
and there was nothing to run away from