No one will tell me what I already don’t now: I’ve heard it all before, it’s run through my mind a million times. Every angle, every tangent, well worn and dull: I am an animal, I am wounded, I am broken, I do not know how to heal, I’ve never known how to be. Mr self destruct, mr incomplete, mr apathy, jigsaw and irregular, spend hours and nothing fits. I cannot cope, I cannot believe, and I need an end that no one can provide, there is no miracle drug, there is no right word, no password to crack this code, no peace that is real. It is all in the imagination, it’s all been laid out and explained and found lacking.