Fearful Realizations

My days are void of color It seems I cannot speak your name My consciousness lives within my memories Holding only myself to blame. The bleakness of reality My soul, it perseveres It lives far outside these bricks I'm left alone with just my fears: I am one broken half To a whole I long to be I am the shards of shattered glass Of the crystal rose you once made me. I am sharp cruel edges Broken thorns, scuffed out shine I am every tear shed in secrecy Every single dishonest "I'm fine." I am drops of paint beneath tables Hidden corners, lacking grout I am every hope and wish and promise That everyone forgot about.