An ache inside my chest,
It sits making it hard.
Hard to breathe.
Tears gather
Gather in puddles.
But I dare not,
I dare not cry.
My contacts,
They might fall out.
I might lose them.
I can't cry,
I dare not.
And the ache,
The ache lives on.
I push and pull against,
Against the inevitable.
The darkness is trying,
Trying to take me.
To stray but a little,
But a little,
Is to fall.