Walking on Glass

These eggshells hurt my feet 

Cutting into my flesh with every step. 

My heart is numb, 

Hands shaky as my body has no use for food.

I want to cry 

But I am tired. 

My skin is dry, and I crave sleep. 

I wished for something. 

I went against everything I once believed 

Laying my shield at the feet of false hope, 

Believing the impossible. 

My soul is torn.

My lungs can barely breathe. 

I hate this. 

I hate that I trusted someone who became a stranger, 

Made myself vulnerable 

When I promised myself that I never would be again. 

Fighting guilt for no reason, 

Except only to love. 

Forced to choose between that which is a part of me 

And the one whose love only hurts; 

The eggshells.-