I will never understand what’s wrong with me and I’m tired of trying to be better.

How did I get here?
What did I do?
I smell like fear.
I barely remember what I’ve been through.

But it never mattered.
I can pick it all up.
Brush off the dirt,
and throw it in the pickup truck.

Keep going. Wind blowing.
My pieces scattered like stars.
The deepest wounds,
made the thickest scars.

I stand up, under the darkest sky’s,
Miles of desert.
Mountains of whys.
Creeping with the wash, what more can I do,
to be seen by you?

I never could give up.
I will always care.
No matter how little, you are able to share.

I see a broken world,
And I love every piece, every fragment,
like stars and gems, catching my eye,
like treasure.
You hate me and I love you forever.

I save you in my pocket,
Set you out to wish.
How did I get here?
What did I miss?