I felt my heart shatter,

just like they wanted

I wished I could have yelled

I wished I could have SCREAMED

SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO HELL

but I can’t.

I can’t breathe in the water while I drown.

The curtain call

I’m out of time

I dance with my hands tied

What am I? 

A doormat for your shoes? 

Cobblestone for your steps? 

Am I meant for nothing more 

than a book, open pages, 

assigned by your english professor,