I can feel the sadness.

Just pushing out of my body,

Making me feel like I am going to fall apart.

One tiny piece at a time.

No one can see the cracks.

I feel them.

Getting bigger everyday.

I want to run to the one person I feel might be able to put me together again.
Except

He is who is causing me to fall apart.

This must be what “death by a thousand cuts” feels like.

I just wish it would end, one way or another.