What I Feel

Have you ever burned an incense cone or wand,
And afterwords,
It's so light and only a fragile form of ash?
The slightest touch disintegrates it,
Sending it to fall down,
And becoming too much to clean…

I feel like that.

Have you ever broken a glass jar,
Just enough to see the shatter-lines,
But it still retains its shape?
The slightest touch will destroy it,
Causing it to release glimmering daggers,
Waiting to be stepped on for their revenge…

I feel like that.

Have you ever touched a frozen layer of water,
Tried to lift it from the bowl,
Tried to keep it from breaking it's original crystal form?
The slightest touch will erase your reflection,
And you will be left with two shards of melting depression,
That will freeze your blood, and scar your mentality…

I feel like that.

I'm just so tired of being fragile,
Of being close enough to the edge…
To look but never go down…
I'm just so tired of holding myself together…
All I want is for someone else to hold me…
And keep me from going insane…

There's a hole in my heart…
And I'm just so tired…
I feel like this.