Like the edge of reason slipping away,
Into the dark abyss, never to return.
It hurts but, has it broken me apart, you ask?
Tumbling off into the unknown,
Wondering how I could stay sane,
And yet, somehow still breathe,
Despite the aching pain in my ribs.
Shattered, but, has it broken me yet, you ask?
A million pieces, coming off one by one,
As I stare at reality, accepting who I am,
Scared, lost, all over the place.
Frightened, yes, but, has it broken me yet, you ask?
A hollow where my heart used to be,
A scar from the kids I never had,
A cut from every verbal swipe you made,
A kick to every ire of dignity it held.
But now, the question has changed.
Broken and yet, alive, you ask?