Breaking

It feels like the only thing holding me together,


Is skin stretched tight like parafilm.


I hide under my clothes


And hope that the bones and blood will stay where they should be


And not fall apart like they're aching to.


My skull is stopping my brain from exploding,


But I feel that it may just be compounding my problems.


Pressure is building and the resulting explosion


Will tear us all into the pieces that I'm begging to be.


I'm standing here begging for you to hold me together.



I want you to hold me and never let go,



But I can see you begging with your eyes... no.




I'll leave you alone, let you go, I don't know.




I don't want to make you do anything.





So I wave, and my heart breaks






And you walk away.