I'm torn.
My soul shredded to pieces,
and my heart a bleeding mess.
Can't you see I'm hurting too?
That beneath this facade,
This iron wall unwillingly built,
Is an eternal funeral?
That everytime you speak,
My nails helplessly wound
my palms?

You cry on my shoulders.
Where do I cry?
Can I even cry?

I wish on all the stars
that are no more, yet shine,
You look at me at the blue moon rise,
And see, I'm a human too.
© Enyah