crushed

Being crushed…

/

Is like a magnificent diamond,

shattering into fragments,

tiny, deadly,

each shard piercing you till

you bleed.

/

A once beautiful flower,

its petals withering,

into grey nothingness,

falling to the ground, piece by piece,

each one extinguishing a torch in you.

/

Being crushed…

/

Is like a never-ending darkness,

pushing you down,

into the depths of your soul,

tumbling down

and down

and down.

/

The darkness threatens to sweep you away,

away from the place you knew so well,

now destroyed,

as if an earthquake just happened,

knocking you off your feet,

onto the cold, hard floor.

/

Being crushed…

/

Is like a tidal wave,

crashing down on you,

pulling you into the sea,

into the unknown,

where the feeling of loneliness overwhelms you,

suffocating you,

drowning you till you breathe

no more.

/

The strong waves squeeze you tightly,

too tightly,

your bones are crushed, your heart about to burst,

it doesn’t stop,

relentless,

but nothing you can do about it,

helpless,

defenseless,

powerless.

/

Your heart has been broken,

you have been broken.

The bridge that once connected two places together,

now fallen.

The world,

so near yet so far,

blurry behind your eyes,

the eyes clouded with despair,

desperation,

the eyes that lost its radiance,

its innocence.

/

Someone,

help me, please.

I turn around, hoping to see a light.

Only to see a black hole.

I jump.