Broken

One sentence broke the dam

Of festering feelings that define who I am.

Trembling and quiet,

I try to hold them back and fight it.

Holding in tears,

I desperately ignore my fears

Of shattering and breaking the illusion.

I ponder, “Is there even a solution?”

Yet I try to stay strong,

But I can only lie for so long.

Desperately clinging to my mask,

I hide behind it so no one will ask.

But soon I break,

And then I fall for it's all I can take.

Pathetic, useless and weak,

That's what I am, a burden and a freak.

Broken and alone is where I find myself.

All I want is to call for help.

Encouraging words can help to fight off the urge,

But I soon find myself beginning to purge.

Pouring out is self-directed hate.

I try to stop but it's too late.

Decorated in black and blue,

I sit and wonder, "What did I do?"

Bloodshot eyes and dark thoughts

Are all that's left of me as I begin to rot.

Broken and battered, that's what I am,

"So I guess I deserve it," I think as I repair the dam.