You'll be hard
You'll be cold
You'll never feel
You'll never break
Again

I fixed
Myself
Picked up all the
Pieces
Or so I
Thought

If I did
There wouldn't be
An empty
Patch

If I did
The pressure
Wouldn't be building

If I did
It wouldn't be
So dark

If I did
I wouldn't be
Like
This

So the scenes
Replay
And manifest
In others
All around
And everyone
And everything
Collapses
At the same
Time

Sighs sit
In your chest
Not enough goes in
Not enough comes out

Voices bouncing about
Inside your head
Screeching
Contradicting
Listing
Taunting

Fighting the impulse
Clutch at your hair
And curl into
A ball
Alternatively
Covering your
Ears

Energy draining
Breath panting
Wanting everything
To end

Stuck in this
Constant
Replay

Seen both in
Yourself
And
Others