I am quietly and softly
Getting ready to die
Allowing words to pierce my tinfoil armor
And putting my heart up for grabs
(Because I can bleed
And of course they can't)
It doesn't really matter who
Has crept off into the dark
With that painfully integral piece of me
When I'm not here anymore
Second guessing my sanity
Has taken over what's left of my mind
The rest has fallen around my room,
And into my toy bin
(Tricky to hold onto, those marbles)
Lines burn my limbs
Reminding me why I've fallen
And where I'm falling to
Visual aids for others
To help them see the worst in me
My lungs work laboriously
With breathes and gasps and sighs
As I clear what's been and was to be
While
I am quietly and softly
Getting ready to die