Stuck

Like something is really stuck inside there.

And every night, it comes around.

To let me know, that it's not gone yet.

To let me know I am breaking apart little by little as time passes by.

To let me know, something is really wrong in there.

     In my heart.

     In my head.

But I am picking myself up every time a piece of me falls off.

And that's too much of work for me.

But I cannot afford to fall apart.

I cannot, not now, not ever.

I don't want to start all over again from the beginning.

But what's in there inside me, consumes my energy.

And that's what it is now.

       ~stuck.