I am here
I am dull, with a patter of my heartache.
I am boring, with no laughter catching in your lungs.
I am crying, with my tears finding my hairline.
I am mourning, with my fingers swollen; pressing against my eyes.
I am trying, not to crumble with my sides open.
I am smiling, through the pain that gathers in my throat.
I am broken, with shattered pieces for you to collect
I do not know what to do.














