I know I’m broken because
I cry in the shower,
though I live alone.
I’m afraid to even
witness my own tears
because if I see them,
If I feel, they will pour like rain.
I know I’m broken because
I’ve been here before.
But I’m not ready to put my
pieces back together because
the time that work requires
could take someone only a
second to break again anyway.
I know I’m broken…