Falling Apart

It’s going... My hands are turning a bruised red, and my heart - it has forgotten how to breathe.

My soul yearns for a home, but there is a ghost in my ear whispering that I am not the kind of person someone stays for.

The tears fall, and with them, the last of my hope.

I tell the world I am fine in my solitude, but deep down, I am a child waiting for someone to hold me before I am gone. Locked in this room, I ask the heavens for a different kind of rest - a release from this hurt.

Now, I want to go, too...