Faded

I would let my tears subside, but then I would have nothing. They help to fade the stain, so careless are shaky hands. Weak whimpers are drown out by sobs, louder than the sound of my heart breaking. The cracking of brittle glass echos, in the hollowed shell of my body. I grasp my chest, that used to be full of life, and realize there is nothing but air. But I'm more comfortable being empty. The breath of life is now tainted, cutting off the oxygen I need to survive. But I'm more secure being "dead". Voided admissions and broken ties, bonds are snapping from being pulled taut. But I'm happier with out the attachment.