Broken Heart

The feelings pressing into me like a knife,
Confused, overwhelmed, the word having broke me,
You got what you want, I am broken.
I can barely look up, the stares too much to bear,
I am alone. I called her yesterday, my home, the only one I can be me with. She answered to tell me not to call again.
The pain of being alive, of being human, but I am just a child in my own eyes.
Yet in the world I am grown. The tears shed behind closed doors, a blank slate to my family. The blood dropped, the bruises left by those I’m meant to love.
Covering my body with wrath. I want, no need, someone to talk with, to
Sit me down and tell me it's okay,
But I was raised to be fine no matter what. I was raised
To look strong and never show my heart, my scars.
I need help but help wont come because i was taught not to need it so
I can't even ask.
The words won't trespass my lips, i just put on a new face, a new mask,
A new way for you to not see me.
But I am hurt.
I am dying.
I need you.
But you won't come. Because I was taught not to let you.