I swear I can hear myself breaking

my bones cracking and scraping against each other

I can almost hear your voice echoing across the empty hallways

how you so easily stepped on my cracks

like broken glass so carefully put away

like spilled milk so easily mopped

for fear of getting cut or slipping

but there's no use crying over spilled milk or broken glass is there?

the darkness mocks me

but it is the only blanket tonight

the darkness sneers at me

but it's anonymousness almost feels safe.

almost.

And by god, I hate to tell you that

I almost poisoned my insides

with some beautifully deceiving pastel pills

I almost ate today before the devil looked back at me

in the bathroom mirror.

I almost felt safe today

before I felt you breathing down my back again

I almost felt enough

It almost felt complete

Not fully, but not barely.

Almost.

And I swear it was almost a crime for people to look me in the eye.

It's almost a crime to associate yourself with the broken.

that's why no one picks up the shards of glass from the side of the street

you walk around it, avoid it

almost cut yourself

because it's easier to ignore it than face it

they tell their children to be careful, don't touch it

for fear of ending up just like it.