Damaged Goods Poem by Courtney Pleger

Unravel me like a melody
my soul it aches this is something I can't take
It hurts to breathe but it's something that I need
To live and survive, hopefully one day thrive
But that's to long for me to lay the waves and winds always stay
Low
But that's how it goes when you're someone who's broken sometime who knows
The smell of the rain and the blood in my veins are killing me because they both sting
I want to be art; I am nothing more than a catastrophe
I wanna be bound to be a masterpiece
I'm not.
All I am is damaged goods