Numb

When my brother died, a part of me died with him.
When my father figure got charged for rape, I broke.
And when my mother killed herself, I was demolished.
But I swept my shattered pieces under a rug and put up a front. I acted like I was fine, like what little I had left of me wasn't slowly dying inside. That sorrow wasn't consuming me with every breath I took, until I became numb.
"You can't save me, no one but myself can."