Broken

The sound of droplets is not soothing anymore,
The stream of water left flowing out my gaping mouth,
The feeling of complete brokenness,
The utterly shattering of my being.

Flailing without tears escaping,
Soundless sobbing and clutching of my chest,
No one can hear and no one should hear,
They symphony of my broken soul writhing.

How to heal the hidden wounds,
Stopping it from hurting and spreading,
When all I want to do is lie down,
Let the darkness embrace overpower my consciousness.

Music and laughter squeezed through my senses,
But it does nothing anymore,
Try to pour water into a shattered cup,
See how much fluid it holds.

Dread creeps across my being,
But I do nothing to stop its relentless blow,
How much could it hurt,
When I am not even whole anymore.

Looking at my chest rising and lowering,
Is the only reminder that I am still alive,
Bloodshot eyes and quivering lips,
Is this what it feels like to be completely broken?