it's just that feeling of worthlessness-
that no matter how many smiles you fake,
how many laughs you choke out,
how many times you try to pretend it isn't there,
it is,
weighing on the back of your mind,
hanging in the shadows like a crow.
dark and colorless,
it can stay hidden in the foliage of your mind,
only coming out when the sun is hidden-
then it becomes visible in all its sick glory,
screeching and cawing like a dying animal,
because that's what it is-
the sound of your soul withering and dying-
the sound of your self esteem crumbling-
the sound of your walls falling apart.
until all that's left is a numb,
barely beating heart that's been ripped apart and left to the crows,
so mutilated and torn that it can't even be called a heart anymore.
you can't even live anymore.
it's all you can do to exist-
to just survive.
so at the end of the day,
you close the door and fall into bed,
numbness filling up your eyes
and falling down your cheeks
and you pull the covers over your head
to shut out the world
but all you do is
let the
crows
in.
