There's something here
I can contend that
I've broken down and
I cannot mend.
I'm hurting and no one cares.
I can't see this through.
Why must a painful proposition
Be what I choose?
My dignity is sacrificed again
For these torments running through my head.
I can't win and all it seems
Is that I'd be better off left for dead.
This fake regression isn't me.
