Done

My body is in shambles,

Broken into a million pieces.

It takes every bit of me,

Every bit of concentration, thought, feelings, breathe,

To keep myself from shattering.

All of my energy to will myself glued together.

I have nothing to give.

You could shatter me,

dissolve me to nothing,

scatter me to the wind with a word.

I can’t trust you with my fragile self in your hands.

It’s always been me keeping you together.

Keeping your pieces in place.

My full time job.

I always thought you would do the same for me,

but how can you when you, if you don’t know how?

My hands are full, holding myself together.

I can’t give. I can’t please. I can’t save you.

And you are angry.

I’m so full of sadness, loss, pain, worry.

I have no place for your anger,

I can see it, but I can’t feel it.

I know I should be worried about you,

But can’t muster the feelings, the care, the want to.

I call your bluff.

The world doesn’t revolve around you.

Do your worst.

Spin out of control, land where you may.