I can’t be fixed

I’ve been feeling so empty, 
I thought, maybe if I had more friend,
Maybe if I had more money,
Maybe if I spent some time bathed in sunlight, 
Maybe if I was less stuck in my head,
Maybe then I’d be better, 
Seeing things clearer, 
So now who’s going to tell me why,
Why are my legs still swimming against the tides? 
Why is this emptiness still reeks with blood?
Why do I still want to die? 

Lately I’ve become certain,
There is no more curtain,
I can’t be fixed,
I’m just a burden,
Nothing to offer,
Only a station,
Never a permanent. 

Written by: kyratulamira

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