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”