
Disintegrate
It eats me away
slowly, bit by bit.
I can feel every piece
as it is agonizingly torn off.
It disintegrates me,
every single day.
It used to be small
barely visible unless seen
as under a microscope/
But it started growing
just like a tumor,
Slowly getting larger
and cracking the shell
of who I was.
Slowly putting out the light
that burns through me,
creating a darkness
that keeps getting darker every day.
My once perfect self
is not withering away.
And to think,
It all started
in my Heart.
This poem is about:
Me