Shards

I’m done with being human

I’m tired of this Earth

Of all the misfortunes I’ve so far endured

The worst of them all was my birth

Who is that man in the mirror?

I don’t recognize his face

How did I get here from where I once was?

I don’t recognize this place

Everything is broken glass

In the reflections, I glimpse better times

Each little shard has a memory trapped

Within geometric confines

Try as I might, I cannot unbreak it

I bloody myself in the attempt

Perhaps it was never unbroken?

Then brokenness was the intent.

The fact is, life was never good

Happy memories are a lie

We’re here to hurt ourselves and each other

Until, at last, we die