Played a king to mess with the jester.
I always had an inkling that i was lesser.
Replaceable.
The pains of severing a soul tether. 
Maybe i reached my peak and this shell is all that’s left of. 

Who i wanted to be in love and in life. 
Overwhelmed trying to figure out where i went wrong to deserve this?
Never finding answers leads me to sleepless nights.   
Maybe i’ll never be alright again.
I’m really nothing special that’s a promise to my calloused hands 🙂