To the Bell Jar that holds us all

I have not known anything past this bell jar.

Light streams through,

But I refuse to acknowledge it

Time has broken this jar

Fractures across the glass

Cold air rushing through the gaps

Biting my vulnerable body

Shards of glass crashed all around me

Cutting and nicking my skin

Over, and over, and over

My world is being pierced

The outside world has come to collect their dues

I hold back tears

And feel the buildup behind my throat

My chest tightens.

The wind’s sharp edge ravishes my exposed back

My body curls up from the chill

I can feel my blood running cold

My heart continuously pumps; defiant to death

I am,

I am,

I am

Before, it was humid and suffocating

The air was stagnant and thick with misery

I used to let the cool surface of the floor keep me company.

Now, my tears fall and merge on the polished marble under me.

The burden of life is too much for my shoulders

With my shell shattered, I had nothing left out in the cold
 

I know I should leave

I know I should stand

But temperature won’t change my misery

I’m scared to leave my broken jar

I’m scared to leave my life

I’d rather die in a world I know

Than live in one I don’t