There are no words to describe this
no possible way that I could convey this feeling.
The emptiness is harrowing
all-encompassing and trying to bury me.
There are shadows and whispers and voices
that are cat-calling and taunting.
There is little to no light guiding me anywhere
today there is simply darkness covering me.
This is the time for breaking,
coming unbound at the seams.
A time for weeping through the night
and trying to breathe yourself through the day.
This a time for bleeding,
from the cracks upon your heart.
A time to stop pretending
that everything will be fine.
Today nothing is fine and I’m allowed that,
I’m allowed to pound my fists into the wall.
Today is a day of scraping my knees across the floor
and today is only half over, rescue me.
Soon there will be more decisions to make
more places to sign names on dotted lines.
And that hour is fast approaching,
here we go.
How did I end up here
in this empty room again?
And how do I believe
that it’s not about me?