And I'm Breaking.

And I'm Breaking

I break myself down

into a million little pieces,

put them in a shoe-box

with whiskey and milk

and sand.

Hidden in the shadows

of the monster

under my bed;

in my closet,

in my

head.

In my head.

My head.

Albatrossed by

self doubt,

I'd rather hang

than break my back,

I'd rather hang

than take a breath.

And I sit here alone

turning possibilities

to salt,

playing charades

in the broken windows 

of my perfect

little

house.

Reviews

[Joe Schroth]

Love it, it is much like my own mind, close to falling apart,yet still sane enough to continue, very nice job, i would like it if you and I could work on something together, if thats ok with you.

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

I love this poem...it walks a fine line of utter insanity and a barely held together mind. There have been times in my life when I have felt this way and your poem conveys such a powerful and hopeless feeling. I really enjoyed it. Great write!

[Abigale LeCavalier]

Thank you so much!