Isn’t there anything you can’t do?

Sometimes compared to you

My insignificance becomes too much to bear.

It’s like pulling each strand of hair

Out, piece by piece.

Like tearing your teeth from their roots

And having nothing to put them in but old boots.

So that each time you try and take a step,

You’re reminded

That you

Aren’t worth

The fucking prep

 

Help me

I’m

Not

Right

 

Sometimes I wish I was alone.

Deep in space.

Feeling my lungs burst.

Because maybe then I’d feel real.

Maybe then I’d be okay.

Maybe in the midst of dying

I’d remember who I am.

 

Please don’t look at me like that.

I’m not someone to poke and prod at.

I’m human.

 

 

They tell you that strength is a blessing.

I wish it were true.

 

 

Do you ever feel like you’re the only one

Holding up the world?

That if you were to so much as breathe,

Everything would crumble down

On everyone around you?

How hard would it be to carry that weight

Once you knew

How much weight it actually carried?

 

Aren’t we all screaming something?

In our heads, in our throats.

Aren’t we all dying for someone to notice?

How can we help ourselves

If we can’t even ask for help?

Our throats are too sore,

Our breath is shallow.

No one can understand us now

That we’ve screamed for so long.

No one cares to listen to a mute.

 

 

I almost lost you.

Shattered glass against the concrete floor.

That’s all you were.

So fragile.

A slip of the hand

And everything you are is broken

To

Pieces.

And those who are left to

Pick those shattered remnants up,

Are left with bloodied hands and

Cut up fingers.

I can’t fix you if you’re gone.

I can’t fix you if you shatter.

Don’t shatter on me.

Please.

Don’t shatter.

 

Isn’t it funny how we’re all so useless?