I want to cry,

but I don’t have time.

I would lie,

but I don’t have the energy.

I’m just done.

but I can’t be done.

I can’t cry.

there’s so much to do,

too much to do,

and no time.

I just want to sleep,

but I can’t even do that.

what’s the point, anyways?

I’ll do something and be happy I did it,

then someone comes along,

and ruins my mood.

“well you didn’t do this so…”

bleh.

I want to cry.

I want him to hold me—

but I don’t have time.

I can’t cry,

I can’t think about his pretty face,

I can’t just sit and sulk around,

as badly as I want to,

I just can’t.

they can’t see me crumble.

they can’t see how broken I am,

how I’ve been trying to fix myself,

piece by piece,

but it’s all falling apart again

and I can’t.

I just can’t.

I’m skating on thin ice,

bound to fall into the cold water

the second I make one wrong move,

the second I push myself too hard,

power through too far—

I’ll fall.

I’ll drown.

I won’t make it out.

I have to make it out.

I can’t stop now.

I have to keep going.

but I can’t.