they fall
and my throat is closing in
im being suffocated by my own pain.
i've cried so much the tears fall consistently.
an infinite waterfall of pain
running down my face
and the droplets tumble off
the red puffiness of my cheeks.
my face is now covered with tattoos symbolizing the internal weakness i feel,
it's on display for everyone to see.
yet it's justified simply—
i have too much pain inside,
the excess
feels obliged
to pour out of my eyes—
the windows to my
b r o k e n
soul
now imprinted on my porcelain skin reads a permanent engraving on my face that says:
only
only a
only a matter
only a matter of
only a matter of time
only a matter of time before
only a matter of time before i
only a matter of time before i crumble
only a matter of time before i
only a matter of time before
only a matter of time
only a matter of
only a matter
only a
only
use it wisely.
