I use to not be this broke

[eiojads]

but it started with 4 deaths
then some brothers left me
some more brothers betrayed me
a lover destroyed the illusion we had
a soul mate cut that which bound us

thats when i stood there and burned all my bridges and in its glow i made a promise that i will burn every bridge

and now i sit here surrounded by the broken pieces that we call "i" and i ponder what is broken and whats not, what do i fix and what do i let be, i now know my scars upon my soul, i now can see the calluses from the muscle