They try to run,
But forget to breathe.
They try to hide,
But are just too small.
They try to sleep,
But can’t calm their head.
They try to cry,
But can’t truly feel.
They try to love,
But can’t ever think.
With their calloused hands,
From too many hands lost hold.
With their confused heads,
From too many thoughts forgotten.
With their losing hearts,
From too many feelings unfelt.
With their blistered feet,
From too many trails unmarked.
With their blurry eyes,
From too many tears held back.
Unseen,
In their truest sense of self.
Unliked,
For what they try and fail.
Unfelt,
By those they love the most.
Unstable,
With buttons blinking red.
Understood,
By the ones too scared to know.
The broken fall.
Always forever,
As they reach for a landing.
Always together,
As they can’t see each other.
Always silent,
As they scream out for help.
The broken fall,
But is that freedom?