I turn away the chest pieces played by my friends,

the black plastic snaps and snarls

cutting tiny red dots into a white canvas

with daggered teeth.

The blame lays with me but the wind calls,

its voice mockingly low,

he is to blame. He stole my heart and mind.

Hushed lips remain sealed with silver stitches.

My secret is hidden,

For all they claim is lost

the list is nowhere near complete.

No one learns the truth, secrets are silenced.

Work is in tatters,

school is vague, hopeless.

My passion has died, my desire with it.

Everything I gave was taken, and I. I am nothing.