Brittle (Poem)

Today,

 I am brittle. an eggshell.

I am silent in my world of noise

feeling the rise of pain

costing my health to weaken

how much more can I take

when I want no more?

where are the ears to listen

when I wish them to be around?

It is painfully lonely

when others think you've got it all together

not realizing - you can break just as easily as them.

I don't ask for much

but when in time of need

again I cross the finish line

and everyone's gone home.

the streets are bare

as if I was the last human on earth.

Oh God, hear me!

I just want to sleep.