I sat today and I cried.
Overwhelmed by a million and one situations.
Lost and confined to my little corner.
Not knowing where to turn.
I once had arms to hold me.
Rocking my quivering frame.
As I broke down and leaned.
Those arms are now long gone.
No longer recognizable and no longer in existence.
My shoulders are my own strength.
My sleeves are my tissue to dry these tears.
My own spine is what I lean on when breaking.
Too alone for my own good.
Too strong for my own will.
Too independent for my own sanity.
Too ignorant to my own pain.
Thoughts and pain gets brushed off easy.
Like water to the back of a duck.
Only there for a moment before I move on.
Scratches and bruises covered with plaster.
Left to fester and sore.
Ignored and left to scare.
Thick is my skin.
No one shall know whats left deep within.
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