The thickness building at the throat
And breathing spiraling
So that my head starts spinning
Realizing I have forgotten my coat

The room seethes of chilly air
I hate to be here right now
Staring at the broken pieces
Leaving only me to collect

Terrified to dare touch the shiny china
Shattered smiles and broken ribs
I simply stare at the spilled tea leaves
And feel the heat slowly fade

Staring at the broken memories
Terrified, so I close me eyes
How easy it is to sit with such hate
Feeling it's better if I just fade away