I Am Not Broken

Lonely again. They don't want me. Why would they after everything I've done? I want to say sorry, but I can't. I'm too broken. No, I am not broken. I won't let myself be. I can't let myself be.

I am not broken.

Yes, I am broken.

A tear rolls down my cheek. I have to say sorry. I have to.

"Sorry" I whisper to no one but myself. No one else can hear it. I'm the only one here. Alone in my apartment, nothing but furniture can hear my words.

I can't count the amount of things I know are wrong with me, why can't I fix it all?

Because I'm broken, there's no fixing me. I can heal physically, I can come back from the dead, but in the end, I can't fix this.

I'm too broken.

Too broken.

I'm beyond repair.

And I'm sorry.

My eyes slowly close and I delve into a darkness. Within the darkness sits a young boy. A boy who had his whole life ahead of him, but took a turn for the worse. A boy who died, and when he was reborn was never the same. He's sorry.

As he sits facing away from me, his bright yellow cape almost blinding me, even in this dreamlike land, a whisper could be heard coming from the boy. A whisper slowly growing louder with each passing second, with each dreamed step.

"I am not broken"