Broken

Inside I'm broken
in a thousand pieces,
fragile and sharp
like shards of glass.

The skin that you see,
is all that holds it in,
worry all the time
when it will give.

All inside is a mess,
thoughts racing
all over the place,
can't concentrate.

The thoughts racing,
make it hard to think,
can't just catch one
to hold on to.

No longer master
of my own emotions,
I crash, falling deep,
deeper each time.

Thinking this time,
there surely is no
way to return back up,
back to enjoy life.

My head a sluggish
mass, of dark thought
of despair and pain,
covers me like hot tar.

Suddenly I soar,
and there is really
no holding me back,
I can do anything.


Shinemyrtle