Dark

Fragmented, Tormented,
too much to form words.
I'll manage, get past this.
I somehow always
Do.

I'll throw myself into mundane chores,
Close my feelings off, behind closed doors.
I'm cold and I'm distant.
Love doesn't live here anymore.

Anxious, Complaintive,
Worried, Confused.
Pathetic, So hectic.
Words that abuse.

Shards of glass, tongues like knives,
Break the skin, breathe bad thoughts in.
Obsessed with the hurt.
Obsessed with logistics.
Piss it all away, for nothing matters
Anyway.

Cry like a baby
Fail desperately.
Pluck these compliments
from the fake shelf from which they hang.

Dark and closed off.
Alone and pissed off.
Tears flowing freely every once in awhile.