Outburst of flooding fears,
I’m falling through the cracks.
Case undiscovered, me aswell,
With nowhere in this life where I feel whole.
Peeled and washed,
Just thrown in with the rest of the odd ones.
Rotten and smelly,
Split beans turning grey, just like my heart.
Separated from love,
Now filled with filth and dirt.
Poked in the stomach, with no defences,
Piercing a hole, greater then before.
