C'mon; I know you want to read this

I'm shitting you.

I've shattered; haven't reached rock bottom, not just yet. Someday, I will. If there's God, I won't. I know He is listening. Then again, you can listen but don't care.

We both know why you read this post; no better things to do, I supposed. I feel a whole lot better now; saltwater still trickling but that is not a huge deal. How bad can this be? Emotions fade; so do people.

I am in pieces,
Someone broke me,
I was fine,
Now, I am not,
Why this way?
Why not that way?
Does he hear me?
You already know why,
I whisper,
Intricate promises,
Why my mouth?

Why not my brain?

So broken but still sadistically narcissistic:

This is perfectly just and fair. Thanks, God.