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there are no words for my feelings now.

like the scars,
the carefully stiched wounds on my heart,
have been sliced open once more
much worse than before
and i lay here now bleeding and dying
and screaming and crying
for someone to help me,
can nobody hear me?

i stand in a black room,
empty but not,
and i hear voices that echo
words in my mind
and they are inescapable.
they all speak together,
but each clearly reconizable,
they are simply whispers,
but there are so many it is deafening.

just when i thought i had everything together
im shown how fragile i really am,
how breakable my life is...