Broken

I tried so hard To make the poem Perfect.

It took hours Meltdowns Head banging And exploding.

I finally made it What I thought was Perfect, But I guess it Wasn’t.

It has to be cut down And I don’t know How to do that without Destroying The poem.

So close, yet So far. Isn’t that how it goes? My brain doesn’t work Anymore. I’m pretty sure It and me Are broken.