That Breakdown

R.E: that breakdown that led to my hospitalisation in March

I am a letter,
I have been sliced open
and arranged with all 
the others.

I am a crucifix,
worn, and believed in
by many.

I am a vase,
smashed into pieces
on the floor, hidden from
the parents, fixed by
a younger sibling.


  1. Sometimes I feel like a vase smashed into a million peices on the floor. Thanks for putting words to my feelings.

  2. I think you have a lot of things inside you just waiting to come out and be cast away. I know because I’ve been there. And today I’m not there, I’m here. :)

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