Cracks

Cracks spiderweb through me,

like a broken windshield.

They slowly tear me apart.

They slice me,

cutting through the smiles I once had.

What can I do?

It feels hopeless,

being destroyed from the inside.

There is no medicine or suture for me.

Only clenched teeth and begging hands.

Hands that shake and clench,

for an achor.

So I don't fall into this sea.

But it's too late.

I'm falling.