Stupid poetry for my soul

  I am a vessel. A vessel of one’s self-hate and brokenness. My vessel has been torn apart, piece by piece, second by second. Little is left of my one’s true self. I wish for an end, an end I always hope is near but never comes around. Being at the tail-end of sanity, dragging the bits and pieces of what’s left. My vessel is slowly deteriorating, molding, cracking, shattering. Give me a time to rest oh dear god, give me peace, give me a place to rest my oh whiry head.