Broken

Is it true we're all just damaged goods? Pushed aside and swept away. Show me your scars and I'll tell you all about mine. Laughing hysterically at the pain. Thinking god, just delete, just delete this. Delete everything. Erase, backspace, try again. Start over. There is no starting over. Broken and bound and determined to exist when all there is to gain is failure. Where has my mind gone? I don't even know. My focus has gone to shit. I think the infection has set into my brain. The poison spreads unchecked and everything it all decays.