glass

It's hard to hold such a weight in my mind

To wrap it around this heavy thing

It’s become so fragile, picked and prodded

It can barely hold my own thoughts.

It's hard to accept that what you do is enough

When there are people who can do more

My mind is cracking

And the glass is cutting up my throat

until it

Hits my heart, buries itself deep

And no matter how many hands there are to stop the bleeding

The wounds stay

My thoughts become my enemy

Me vs me

In the endless battle of trying to understand myself, and you