Watch me exhale and try to breathe in, struggling in the vacuum of my own bubble.  Seeing through its drunken surface at every turn I smell trouble, and lately it comes in double.

That which does not kill me used to make me stronger, until I lowered the outer wall,

now every blow cracks my heart.

Its shattering seems a question of when, not if, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Waiting, guessing, thinking, soaking into the pages

and bleeding out in tears.

Don’t hurt me, that’s all I ask, just

 please don’t hurt me

anymore.

 I’m on the ground already.

Just stop.

Stop.