Getting help is hard

when your words get stuck between

the faded lines of truth 

and confinement 

When awkward silence 

envelopes the noise

of onlookers 

stopping their cars 

before giving up 

and moving on 

My sanity gets punctured by 

hateful comments with shallow breath 

as I sink my face

into a pillow

Crowds of strangers brush past 

pushing me against

a brick wall 

of self-doubt and confusion 

I clutch the warped vinyl 

staring into colorless reflection 

before throwing it off

the roof 

of the building 

Watching it gracefully fall 

warping time 

shattering into 

a million pieces 

Hoping that 

by watching something so fragile 

break under circumstance 

I could decipher my own 

warped vinyl 

of a struggle