im tired

and hurting

and run ragged

and just all around

beat.

the shrink says

i should do all the stuff,

cause it’s healthy

and away is good.

im trying hard

to reimagine myself,

but i just keep sticking

again and again and again.

and it’s all in the wrong place.

if only i could glue my soul

back together.

maybe then,

id have a shot.