A broken swing on the old oak tree
A scrap of blue fabric holding it together
Messy braids on a head
Wrapped in thin blankets
The wind howls
Moans at the broken glass
The tears in her eyes
The scars, they were here to stay
I wish we could too

The fabric frays
The swing finally falls
The wind keeps howling
howling
and howling

Not only do I look at the cup as half empty
It contains poison
Lost my positive outlook a long time ago
Humor hides my broken feelings
Having breakdown inside though

Full of darkness dampening my mood
No light to cancel it out
On the verge of hyperventilation
Tears fall of sorrow and doubt

I am hollow
Fighting restless itch
Tried pulverizing negativity
No matter which weapons I arm myself with
Is too abundant to expel from my body

My voice quiet and unsure
Words are stronger than stone
I am told I should look on the bright side of things
Stormy weather is all I've ever known

Heard silence when needing comfort
Snowed when I longed for the warmth of the sun
Witnessed those I care about
Walk out door one by one

Wasted hours weeping in vain
Knowing tears would not change the past
I was foolish enough to get my hopes up
Despite the fact good things rarely last

I lost optimism the older I grew
Cannot find silver linings anymore
The partially filled glass knocked off the table
It's completely empty on the floor

Across the street and just below the lilac sky
Catch ashy grey roof tiles that evade the eye
A portal of lamplight, amber and glass
Familiar strangers, imagined pasts

Memories that weren't
Things you don't know
Doors that are locked
A place you can't go

𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜,
𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎;

𝙻𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛,
𝙼𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚕𝚎,
𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎.

I am shattered.
Just like anyone else.

But it does not mean that I am far gone.
All I need to do is gather the pieces.

When I find them all eventually.

-Kore