Am I

I loathe, I sear, I anguish, I wail.
I am forsaken; set adrift and rent apart.
Twisted and wandering, crying out to the ether, to the maker for aid.
Discernment, there was none.
I hate.
I am defeated, am I.
These old hurts have been sewn.
Yet, these wounds never truly heal.
I burn.
Broken am I.
Every time I grasp for something, these unhealed scars tears open.
Quietly weeping my life's blood anew,
I writhe.
Everything is ashes at my touch.
Therefore, dare I deign to reach once more?
I scream.
Shattered like glass, am I.
However will I survive?

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