are you walking on broken eggshells,
letting them shatter further beneath your feet?
do the days seem numbered to you, too?
when did you stop caring about everyone around you?
when did you stop wondering if you could ever fit in?
perhaps the days don’t take that long anymore to turn into night.
i used to think what i said mattered.
i used to think i mattered.
there is a cloudless sky outside,
but i choose to keep my window closed.
i know the air is still because nothing is moving inside.
do you know who lived within those walls?
the armour is now gone, crushed beneath your feet.
the mask has fallen, never to be lifted again once more.
This madness crawls inside my head,
this ugliness leaves my words unsaid,
this emptiness makes me cling in dread
to the shadows of the living dead.
It has left me bereft
to stand up and be seen,
to rise above myself and walk,
to happily live my dream.
Would I be happier if words were silent?
Would I be saner if hurt had no voice?
Would the world be silent if I made no sound?
Would the world be voiceless if I made the choice to sacrifice my art,
to stop my words from spilling out of my barren soul onto this guiltless paper?