Millions [Poetry]

so and still I give a broken sigh

so and still I give a broken sigh

november13twenty17

nobody seems to realize that underneath my cracked exterior, my heart's a wasteland.

I could spin all of the words I possibly could to illustrate my suffering, but it would never be enough to capture the reality of it all.

they all know it's bad - what can they do? every time I hear your name, another piece of me dies. I feel so unalive inside. I don't want a new heart.

and the tears keep flowing, they'll close in the gaps. I'm a sorry rag doll, having lived out my lifetime. I'll let myself deteriorate. it's the only thing distinguishing me from a corpse.

my next steps should count, but they won't. I can't appreciate. the music had started to die, but now it gives me headaches.

my heart's terminal. I danced on the ledge, finally living -

and then I realized that there never was a ledge. there was only falling.

falling still.

so and still.