Something
like thorns in
my ribcage,
I'm done.

Something
like bullets
resonate,
I'm gone.

And something
like worries
in my chest,
I can't.

I'm falling,
like raindrops,
or paper,
or steel.

I'm weak
and
I'm breaking.
I'm fragile,
I know.

Something
like falling
no bridges,
I'm gone.

I faded,
like paper,
like notebooks,
like songs.

I broke like
a mirror,
like tears in
old paper,
I'm broke.

Still fragile,
with hairlines,
and fractures,
so long.

Like something
still broken
with no chance'
at all.