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.
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