The Point

What’s the point
She asked
Everything I touch
Falls apart
Every step forward
Slides me miles backward
Everything I do
And no matter how hard I try I let people down
Or I’m not what they want
And I try
I try so hard to be what is needed but I’m only me and I do my best but it’s never enough
I’ll always be too loud and too lonely and too short and too fat and too independent and too sad and too broken

So tell me
She asked
What’s the point

And she sat there
Head in her hands
Underneath the shower spray
And cried until the water ran ice
And she had nothing left

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