I Am Depressed

Glass... Have you ever gotten a piece of glass stuck in your skin? Felt the sharp blade pierce your skin and wiggle its way into your shell. Your shell that is supposed to protect you. The glass makes a nest into the soft spot in your shell that houses your emotions and all the pain you try to keep trapped inside. The glass pushes its way further into your core and stabs at the sadness and the hurt you hold inside all the time.You feel the glass inside of you and you know that it hurts but you don't feel it. You consume it, let it be a part of you. Consume every part of it until there is nothing left. Nothing left so see, nothing left to hear, nothingleft to feel.