Are you aware of the shape I'm in? My hands shake, my head spins. You really don't need to stop breathing to be dead, because feeling nothing but numb and empty isn't living. Coldness, blindness all I see is darkness. Behind this smile if mine is words left unsaid. Talking then keeping quiet because it hit me. Everyone ignored me when I needed them. Now I sit in the bathroom and cry, then walk out like nothing happened. Scared to admit my feelings for you might slip away. My soul weeps with the scar tissue of the of the only piece left. Earphones in, volume up, ignore the world. Learn to hold the pain, leave the shadow exposed.
