Broken shards of glass scatter amongst a crowded floor.

Fragments of glass, right in front of those people,
yet no one can see them, for they are 
Invisible.

They are invisible
to a heart that doesn’t see those pieces of glass
as a weapon.
--

The floor melts into the shape of lungs, the pieces of glass slowly sinking into their flesh.

As blood pours out 
from the holes, 
a river of blood forms,

filling those sacks of air

with liquid.
--

Breathing is a function I cannot comprehend when doubts crowd my mind.

You are not worthy.

There is no point in asking.

There is no way out.
--

Doubts come in clouds of dark acid rain, 
breaking down the fibers of my heart’s lining,

until it cracks, creating a split that cannot be patched up by simply covering it with
silence--

Silence is a word I have come to befriend.

It reaches its cold,
dark hands out to me,

promising to fix that crack in the wall,
And with nothing else to turn to, I took those hands and tainted my own skin,
desperate for companionship.

Succumbing to my loneliness

will only let denial creep in.
--

Denial adds to the loneliness buried inside,

deep into the flesh and bones of a fragile heart.

These emotions turn into figures,
dark figures with no happiness, 
no love,
no compassion for the body they consume.

My throat closes up, silence and doubt twisting their hands around my neck

The loneliness joins in,
bringing denial along with it.

Deny that you need help,

Deny that you are hurting,

Deny that anything is wrong!
--

Over the years, I’ve learned how to suppress these emotions.

Smile, 
Laugh, 
be Silent.

If you do not speak, no one will ever hear what it is
you hear.

If you do not cry, no one will ever notice the broken wall and try to fix it, 
for they cannot fix what is “meant” to be broken.

They do not see
those fragments of glass,

They do not see that your heart,
was made of that glass.

My heart is destroying me,
and no one will ever see,
because my pain is invisible.

Those fragments,
the pain,
it’s tearing me apart.

And no one sees it.
--

I have learned to hide it,
to cover up this pain
with silence.

Silence doesn’t fix that crack in the wall,
but I’m afraid to reach out and ask
for people to notice the pain.

I do not know if the wall can be fixed--

No...

I do not know if I can be fixed.