Paper Planes

Breathe

She walks the halls,

face blank,

hands tight in fists,

eyes locked on the floor.

She looks so put together,

right?

Like, she's a Jenga set that can never

fall.

What we don't see are the blocks

falling silently within.

Cascading down around her,

blocking out the world.

No one may see her cry.

Nobody can see her fighting for

just a breath of air.

Nobody can see the girl held together,

so tight,

fall apart like an old, withered,

building.

Nobody can see her hurt,

so badly.

She whispers to herself,

"Breathe."