Mourning Skies

What I Am

I'm a broken sob escaped
I'm a shattered heart of glass
So eager to pick up the pieces
But I cannot pick up the mass

I'm an unscripted role
I'm the background noise
Losing ground
For lack of strength of poise

I'm static in airways
I'm the tears I never shed
Stored in mascara rivers
Cascading while it's late, in bed

I'm my darkest fear
I'm the monster in my own closet
The little voice inside my head
That must be bled out to stop it

I was the ignored conscience
Of those who put me down
I was the happy child
The one who used to never frown

I was the fearful one
Within the four walls of my room
I'm the child that disappeared
Because I had to grow up too soon

I'm the shiver down her back
As I resurface in her mind
I'm the body she never buried
And the one they'll never find

I'm the cry they never heard
I'm the repeat of "life is cruel"
I'm the one who planned their death
While at their desk in school

I'm what I wish I never was
I'm what I have become
It's true what they say
Pain can change someone