Shattered glass beneath me. I cry. Not from the pain, or even joy but because the lack there of. I can't feel it. Not the pain nor the blood dripping from me. This numb body of mine shouts for love, for pleasure for pain but gets nothing. There is no end to my nightmares. There are no words to hurt me, no hugs to warm me, not a kiss to sooth me. Perseverance is not an option, the results will all end the same. There's a heart at the center of my being, but digging for it will take determination. Where to start? I could pick up a shard from the ground and begin to cut, but I'd rather die than to shove another unwanted piece back into me. I'm stuck. I'm Broken.
December 4, 2009