Split Soul

How I am?
Oh, I am not fine!
But it's not like you want to hear that anyway.
Why not mention it, since you stopped listening anyway.
Attention seeking. Seems like I am good at that.
Seeking.
How else would my soul have so many scars?
But there are also good things...
I don't need to hurt myself,
my mind already does that job.
But if you really wanna know:
Each drop heavy. Each break petty.
Getting used.
Just give and I will take it.
I have done it for a while now.
But a break would be nice...
Maybe hit pause, or just rip the tape...
Split.
Broken is the new black.
Since I have been that all the time.
Don't forget the time I tried, and I wasn't even thinking...
what did I say?
So maybe back to where I began
wading through the present past
looking for you.