Things have been feeling
heavy
again.

A weight on my chest
and I can hardly
breathe

Often
in the depths of night
I debate the realities
that surround me
and if there
could
ever be an
escape

Often
in the depths of night
I debate
if it's all really worth it

I just want to fall apart.

And yet
Piece by piece
I chip
and break
but I remain
Stoic

Repurposed
but
dead