Stowaway

Lack of perspective on a burdensome life leaves us in pieces near a sharpened, slick knife. Smashing heads yet again, to the wall I beat mine, trying to break through to our friendship in time. My appearance lacks motivation and heart, locked away in my mind, I am falling apart. I don't treat such a treasure like one should be loved, stopped giving time of day to my friend from above. Care too much and stow it all away, making it look like I don't care whether you leave me or stay. A painful gut feeling may nibble at my gray heart, but I just fear the truth and I don't know where to start.