Finished

Finished

Can my fellow broken
Hear me now
Feel me now
Be here with me now

Can you see
What I have to say

I am a pile
Of broken pieces
Held together
By a makeshift bond

I do not stand
I crawl
Scraping at the ground beneath
Clawing into the surface
The same way I gouge out my eyes
Digging for that last tear
To use as my final effort
To bond my decaying remains

What could it be
That drives what's left of me
To scrape by one more time
To survive one more day

Some would say it's belief
But I no longer believe

Some would say it's a strength I don't know I have
But whatever strength I've ever shown was only for show

Faking it
Until I make it

Faking it
Until I make it

Faking it
Until I make it

How much of me must be lost
To succeed in going from faking it
To making it

Is such success even certain
Can making it be earned
By effort alone

Is the finish line reserved
For those who are still standing
When they cross it?