Shattered Mask

I watch numbly as my mask shatters before my eyes.

The pain is unbearable, being pulled into dark dreams.

Desperately I scramble to piece my shield together.

I must be strong for the ones around me,

I am the stone, I am the one to stay sane.

The pieces must be whole.

Tears blur my vision and I am drowning in my own sorrow.

No, it is a weakness I can’t afford to have.

Too many thoughts push against my mind,

Trying to overcome me in my point of weakness.

If I let go, maybe it will be better.

The pressure will dissipate and my fears will be gone.

I can’t take that risk though, already my resolve has been weakened.

Why now?

The thought echoes through my blazing mind.

I have stayed strong throughout most of my life.

The protective ice entombing my heart is beginning to melt,

The river of emotions is going to pull me under if I don’t reach safety.

When I reach out though, there is nothing.

No helping hands, no loving embrace.

The fog is surrounding my vision, making me blind to the ones around me.

The ones who want to help me, the ones who will pull me out.

I can’t reach them though, thinking it already too late to be saved.

Relax, allow my body to go numb, the pain will wash away my thoughts.

Darkness is my savior.