I ripped myself apart again, tore it down to try and build it back up. I never quite get that far. Tie it up in a tourniquette but keep it broken so it stays numb. I never thought it would take this much work to forget what already forgot you. To fix the mess that got left behind. Constant questions from a little mind that doesn't understand the reasoning just the outcome of what you created. You can't hate whats already dead.