I am a walking being of broken plates pieces
That I have glued together over the years
So that I can function another day
My thoughts turn pitch black
Not a crescent moon in sight
To provide clarity
There is an invisible noose on my neck
That makes it hard for me to breathe
Hard for me to talk
Tears dance on my eyes, ready to put on a show
At any given chance
The lump on my throat lives rent free
My dark thoughts live rent free
My tears live rent free
But all I want is to be freed
Florawora 