It’s almost like I can feel it
The cracks on my heart
Like they decided to bloom on my skin too
Like I can see the fissures growing
Spreading across my bruised skin
Like every word they say grinds salt into them
They say “sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me”
But what if the only thing I can’t dodge are the things they say?
What if no matter what I do
I can’t breathe through it?
It’s like every time my lungs fill with air I’m disappointed
Disappointed that I need to get through another day
That I need to wake up and “deal with it”
I don’t WANT to deal with it
I NEED someone to stand with me
To shoulder my weight of my world
To tell me I’m not alone
To show me the air filling my lungs matters
That somebody would care if I go
That somebody would mourn ME
ME
ME
ME
Alone
Miserable
Pessimistic
ME
Then I woke up
They only exist in the books, poet
They’re not REAL