In
One two three
Out
One two three.
Oxygen isn't as important
As pretending it's fine.
I feel this weird shattering
In my chest
It's not depression
I'm sure,
It's the last of this
Little hardened iron shell
That I wrap around myself
Shattering utterly and entirely.
The rust and steel is
Falling apart
And I realize
You're about to see
The most vulnerable part of me
And I'm very
Very
Afraid.
Not of you
But of the shattering parts
Of me.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
In
One two three
Out
One two three.
Oxygen isn't as important
As pretending it's fine.
I feel this weird shattering
In my chest
It's not depression
I'm sure,
It's the last of this
Little hardened iron shell
That I wrap around myself
Shattering utterly and entirely.
The rust and steel is
Falling apart
And I realize
You're about to see
The most vulnerable part of me
And I'm very
Very
Afraid.
Not of you
But of the shattering parts
Of me.
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