Broke

cotton candy skies and fireflies:
the cliches that are the truth in
this life while i'm walking alone
laced up in doubts.

i'm waiting for perfection to break
me down layer by layer, peeling me
back while i take myself apart. every
mistake leaves a mark that i go over
to cover it up.

critical errors are taking place while
i crash like a shitty laptop with the firewalls
down. i'm infected with a virus and the cure
is too expensive to find.

i'd pay you to fix me, but i'm just broke(n).