Frozen Peas and Broken Knees

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𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜
𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜
𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎

𝙸'𝚖 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗.
𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏.
𝙸'𝚖 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗.
𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚜.
𝙸'𝚖 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗.
𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔.
𝙸'𝚖 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗.
𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝙸?
𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.
𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛.
𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗.

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍.
𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜.
𝚂𝚘 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜.
𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎,
𝚂𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑.

𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚔.
𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕.

𝚂𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎,
𝙻𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍,
𝙻𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢.

For those who can't see the font here is the poem without it:

Double the pills
Double the pain
Double the chills
Double insane

I'm broken.
I'm an hourglass that's broken in half.
I'm broken.
My fingers twitch and my neck jerks.
I'm broken.
My lungs fill with water until I can't speak.
I'm broken.
I'm shattered glass left on the floor of an abandoned building.

Who am I?
I wish I knew.
There are pieces of me everywhere.
Find the trail of dismantled soul and follow it to the door.
If you gather all the pieces you might make half of a man.

I am detatched.
I am derailed.
And I have grown weary from mmy struggles.
So I lay to rest in a garden of thorns.
Hoping the vines grow over me,
Suffocating me and taking my body back into the earth.

I used to find warmth in stories but now I write with a pen without ink.
Sucked dry like the marrow of  my bones from Life's relentless toil.

So please,
Lay me to rest in a bed of thorns,
And if you'd be so kind,
Lay me down softly.