i scream
my face a gruesome contortion
as i cry for help.
i scream until my breath
leaves my body.
only then do i realize:
my screams were locked
deep down in a soundproof box
where nobody could hear
but me

you don't see my cracks
but that doesn't make me whole

i am trapped
in a prison of flesh.
flesh that i do not claim.
does a prisoner claim her chains?

"i'm fine"
i say
as tears pour
from my eyes.
you hear
"i'll be okay"
but i know i won't.
this morning,
another thread snapped

they never tell you
just how terrifying
nothing is.
when you long
for pain because
the, at least,
you wouldn't be numb.
how you long to cry.
you will the tear,
but they will not come
and so you are trapped
but unable to feel,
making it impossible to escape.

the higher you float,
the further you fall.
would it not be better
never to float at all?

SNAP!
the final thread.


i am no more