All the Notes I'll Never Leave

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Mascara stained hands from making eyes dry
Empty eyes that would rather anything-
Rather than live dead-
Living they die.

A frenzied mind with no where to go,
Slipping through thoughts like little hands trying to catch the snow.

I'm falling again-
The flood gates are opened.

I tell no one of this-
Or surely they would see the weakness which makes up my heart and through that they would tear at my mind.

They all leave in the end,
Every member of the family,
Every heart you labeled "friend".

Born into this world with company
We all leave it alone.
We live it alone.
Breath it-
alone.

I have never felt so alone than at a table for ten.

Never so brokenhearted than when I finally put myself back together again.

I am missing peaces. I am the puzzle that never should have left the shelf- never made it to the shelf.
I can not stoop to live nor rise to end this myself.
I am maddened and I have no place to go.
This world is cold and it coats itself in ice and snow.

I feel it- I've snapped. There is no going back.
Help-