I breathe in... I breathe out. Yes, my lungs fill with air And if I hold my breath I suffocate. All these - proof of me being alive.
My soul silently screams for freedom, so I tell her “GO! Get away while you can”, and she turns; Tip-toes out my door; Leaves without glancing back.
Experience whispers in my ear: “Let her go. She would never have stayed anyway”. I reach in, grab my feelings and stuff them into an empty bag And lock them up with my thoughts And put them away in a dusty corner Where I keep my smile.
I take me apart and try to fix me But I can’t fit the pieces back together I’m too far gone to be repaired.
Sunlight glints off the broken pieces. They drench my room in shades of red, blue and white. It takes my breath away And for a brief moment there I feel a little alive.