I torture myself with these thoughts ,
Trying to make sense of me crumbling ,
A strong enough breeze could turn me to dust ,
But the wind is stalling it’s just dark and cold ,

I’m surrounded by a cage of broken glass ,
Picking up pieces of myself cut me little by little,
I’ve be played with broken & left for garbage ,
Once treasured with care , affection and love ,

Words scar deeper than water goes into earth ,
And burns hotter than lava in the center of it ,
I trap myself in the delusions of being happy ,
The trip back to the real is always the worst ,

I’m on a chess board only left with my king ,
And my queen was the last piece to be taken,
I would have walked through fire to save you ,
Sunk in water to bring you back to the surface,
My nightmares have crawled out to my reality ,
The lies in my face turned to knives in my back,