Break Me Down

February 3, 2010
By , Harrodsburg, KY
There are pieces lying on the floor…


Bloody shards of lost memories and torn thoughts…





And they crowd around me like food to the wanted.

If I step, I get cut from the bottom…


If I crawl, I get cut from the top…





There is only one option left…

To break down would be the easiest way to do it…


But to give up would be the hardest…




Can’t have one without the other.

I could slowly close my eyes and pretend…


But pretending only masks the things that I want to disappear…




Only makes things worse when I open my eyes again.

I am slowly being broken down to tiny shards that can’t be pieced back together again.





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