i
am falling apart.

the threads of my inner core
are being
snipped
burned
stretched beyond their limits
by the monsters of my life
until one by one they snap
fading into the darkness like shadows,
distant memories of a happier time.

meanwhile, my outer wall
grows stronger and stronger
shielding everyone from the horrendous view
of me, falling apart.
no one suspects me; my wall is my lifeline,
my shield.
i
am invincible.
new threads weave until the core
is totally protected, totally hidden from sight.
but by now, what core is there to protect?

i am

nothing.

not anymore.

but at least

nothing

cannot

hurt

anyone.

at least nothing

can feel no pain…

i guess i’m not nothing.

not yet.