Sometimes I give up,
I switch off my emotions,
Just to build them back up.

But no one notices,
No one sends their condolences.
They just wait until I mess up,
Again and again and again.
Until i'm completely shattered,
Glass on the floor,
Hands grasping the walls
Water dripping from my eyeballs.

So I just lay there,
Waiting for someone to grab my hand,
Before I melt into the land,
Like a heated piece of sand.
Joining the rest of the useless pieces,
In a place where happiness decreases.
A dark empty pit,
Where one slip or one trip,
Can lead to the splitting of my ribs.