Shadows have become a constant in my life.

They are everywhere and nowhere all at once.

A darkness that hovers when I am left alone.

Left alone with  t h o u g h t s  I need to kill.

 

So that’s what I try to do,

Stop thinking.

But it always slips out,

Would

        You

               Care

                        If

                             You

                                     Saw

                                               Me?

 

I don’t let anyone see how I feel, yet I feel hollow when no one notices.

I smile while I cry - did you know that?

I breathe in, breathe out, again and again, yet I am tempted to see what would happen if I just stopped.

I am a mess of perspectives.

 

My body shields every bullet I take for others.

Yet my mind ignores the silent poison burning me inside.

Leaving a lump in my throat like a walnut swallowed whole.

Leaving me small, weak, yet my tears are strong.

 

It all comes back to those shadows.

The source of it all is the one thing I won’t let people see, and so I welcome the blame upon myself.

Because that’s the truth isn’t it?

N O   O N E   C A N   K N O W.