disjointed

It started young,
A single crack
a shattered map.
“you used to know right from wrong”
 -lines blur when,
 you're awake
 all  
night  
long.
I'm numb  
I know  
 I was never “strong”
I'm broken,
 it's true
  “That's-”
 not anything new.
I am twisted
I am empty
I am bleeding  
There is no me-
 you see,
It started young,  
 a single drop.
Now,
I can't
ever stop.