Words.

I am broken

There is no such thing as happiness anymore.

Only sadness.

Somehow replaced with depression.

Only leading to self-loathing.

I feel guilt.

I feel vulnerable.

I feel betrayed.

That it was so easy for them to just give up.

Don't you see that there is a family awaiting to hear good news?

There is a child in the waiting room awaiting for his mother to return only to realize that mommy may never leave that hospital bed.

They've given up on her too you know.

Can't you tell by the rings around our eyes that we are tired?

Can't you tell by the tears that we are sad?

Can't you tell by the silence that we are angry?

Not at you.

No, not anymore.

We are angry at ourselves that we couldn't do anything to save her.

We are angry at the fact that for the first time in a very long time, we feel helpless.

We are strong people slowly tearing down our defenses only to reveal a grave which had been dug for someone that is still alive.

You have not felt true heartbreak until someone tells you that someone you love is dying and there's nothing you can do about it.

I remember when I was little, she would sing a song to me.

Now, she could barely remember my name.

But till this very day, she remembers the song.

The lyrics.

The melody.

The smile that was glued to my face for hours.

She promised me she'd go to my highschool graduation.

I don't want her there in spirit.

I want her there alive and clapping for her grown up niece picking up the diploma she practically bled for.

I want her to stay alive.

But they've given up.

I am the only one who will fight.

I am willing to sacrifice my life in order to have her breathing on her own.

I am willing to lay down my life to save anyone.

But I am broken.

And I am seen and flawed.

I am shattered glass.

But I am alive.