Stab

Blood trickles down my chin, blood from something beating in my chest,

Scream

My voice is loud like a lion, but yet no one hears it; for I don't want anyone to.

Pain

I lay here, broken; like a vase that fell with noone around it.

It isn't heartbreak, it isn’t the past-instead it is something that I don’t recognise, but is familiar with.

Like a foreign friend from over the years, but it hurts.

Something was locked inside of me never to see the light within my brick walls I call a heart.

But now; it seems like the wall has cracked allowing it to slip out.

Why does it want to hurt me?

Why did I hide this feeling from myself?

Who did this, or why did I do this to myself?

Are they the enemy?

Or is the enemy inside of me?