i want to say i'm happy,
but that's a bit hard,
when i'm not able to see clearly.
i'll hold the shard,
with tears
and look at my skin, hard,
and think of all my unknown fears.
i'll look at the blood
and tremble.
you'll ask me questions that hit like a flood
and i'll fumble.
so, i run.
i run away from you,
and the sun
and you,
until,
i'm swallowed into the darkness,
and you just stand still-
your mind full of nothingness.
blank; h.k
