Worn out Bones

I am so tired…

Exhausted.

I lost myself growing up.

But then again, who is Missai?

All of these problems, storms, and casualties.

This turmoil- brought me to believe that…

Everything I touch, I always break.

Not being able to rip out these thoughts from my head, I began to self harm at a very early age.

But why? For what?

It feels like a never ending rabbit hole…

But I just keep falling.

My bones, they ache.

Tumbling… Tumbling… and I fell.

Sometimes I ponder, wondering if this is actually hell.

I wish there was a simple solution- but of course life is not that painless.

Who can I trust if not myself?