I can See

I can see my heart stopping and beating once again, blood coated in a torrent of my broken-dreams.
I can see the mask I put on again and again, only to show those exactly who they didn’t know.
I can see the tear singly falling in the deep currents of pain that controlled it. Driving it to be lost in the vastness of endless tear-dropped sea currents.
I can see my lungs pumping fast and hard, then stopping with the hope that they’ll never have to start again, and then crying with the pain of starting once again.
I can see my feet running forever. Never stopping. Always looking back.
I can see my eyes bleeding, forever the witness to pain and suffering.
I can see my hands cutting, trying to understand what true pain felt like.
I can see my mouth twisting, forever tormented to be stuck in a smile chosen to be pleasing.
I can see my ears screaming, trying to drown out the noise of anguish and pain.
I can see my skin burning, always never warm enough to help.
I can see my soul screaming, and I’m free falling in my soul of darkness.