The mirror shatters against my bare fist,
blood pours from my hand,
and i am screaming deep inside,
why cant i scream out?
my tongue is tied
in a million knots
and i gasp,
as a cold sensation fills my hurt hand,
my inner voice says to speak up
but my mind will not let me
hoping my throat will unclench itself,
its closing off tight,
and i am trying to breathe with all my might,
i cannot breathe,
though i try so very hard
i am clenching this single glass shard
in my bare fist,
wondering how much longer i can hold on
until i am free
of this painless fight
of this silence
i have come to greet,
why cant i scream out?
until death i shall meet,
then i will be free.
