The feeling of being torn apart On the inside Is such a feeling underrated Vicious thoughts boiling inside With no outlet in site Tears run down my face Having the weight of my emotions But these tears are not on the outside They bleed into a cup i created A cup made of elastic material But even it has cracks Cracks that form fissures Fissures that form deep gorges The more i bleed The more my eyes become lifeless I want to let it out But i fear suffocating the ones closest to me With these crushing ardor I hold my younger self close And look him in the eye And whisper why are we so broken? And he looks at me And crimson tears fall from his face With a face of utter ignorance But he whispers back “You have fixed us” As he fades from my arms He does so with a smile that speaks “All will be well in due course”