The first time my life was truly in disarray I couldn't breath;
I was numb and would do anything just to feel
Who am I? Did it matter? Would they miss me? Would they care?
I was broken.
Life was a joke and it was easy to play along, to pretend.
It was easy to make myself up to be happy, normal, and perfect.
I wasn't what everyone thought.
I was broken.
I became mesmerized with the idea of vanishing from it all;
To disappear, that's all I wanted.
Then I came to the bridge and chose to jump, to leave behind the pretend.
I failed. I learned more about myself and continued fighting--
An angry storm soon followed.
I'm still broken.
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