puzzle piece (Patreon)

Does everyone want to die sometimes
Or is my brain just broken
Is feeling like you don’t fit anywhere
Just part of being here
Or am I so oddly shaped
That the puzzle can’t find a place for me
Do you think god likes to play sick jokes
And put you places you’re not supposed to be
Or am I just too close still
To see the beautiful picture being created
Piece by piece
Do you think there’s more than one place
Each of us can fit with ease
Or is there a right one
Would the others always be uncomfortable
Very close but not quite right
Would we be forced to squeeze ourselves
Bend and fold and yield
Would it even be noticeable to us
Or would we always feel
Subtly misshapen
Would our edges always be
Quietly frayed