The pain shoots up my arms Into every part of me, As I realize I messed up For the last time. I’m lost and broken, But no one can find The little pieces that once held me. So I’m digging a hole Into the skin of my shattered shell. Only to stop and reach Up to Your pierced hands. Those nails– It should have been me. I should feel the pain, I need to feel the pain. It’s not fair That You took my place. I want to hurt. I want to feel the weight Of everything I’ve done wrong. But You took my place. And now I rise, Only…