I keep breaking
I can’t be the only one with this emptiness.
The pain combines with rage and you beg the darkness
to swallow you whole
I keep wanting to break things
I live for the sane moment the fracture brings
They remind me that I’m not entirely lost
What does it mean to be found?
Who would know where to look?
Other than feeling terrifyingly alone
No one really knows me
Who exactly would they miss once they realized I was gone?