Every day, I break down

Whether from stress or sound

It depends on who’s around

Who’s there to guide me

When I can’t get out

Every day I break down

Mourning what could have been

I don’t mean lost relationships

I mean my lost marbles

I just want to heal

Every day I break down

The same old wounds reopening

I’m always over or undereating

Seeing faces in the walls,

Or shadows in the halls

Every day a break down

Ever a battle of strength

Fighting urges to remove fingers

Little voice calling to me

Little voice calling to burn

Every day a break down

My mother says I’m fine

Dad thinks I’m a genius

Brother thinks I’m a badass

But I know I’m broken