Live Again

A Poem by Saaski

I think I'm losing my mind sometimes.

Devour me,
I am cold
and lifeless.
Disturbed from my inner core,
can you see the turmoil
on the surface of my skin?
Is there some sadness
that erupts from behind my eyes?
I know you can't see it.
Or, maybe you can.
But you'll never understand the extent,
how deeply the crack runs,
and here I am, with the chisel and hammer,
making it even deeper.

Someone, please,
make me live again.