Do I dare wonder,

silently, hopelessly,

that one day I

may be whole?

Is it possible that

someone, anyone,

can heal this

scared, broken

shell I reside in?

Do I dare dream

that one day Life

will put down its

knife and leave me

to rest?

Or will Life be

the knife that

stabs into me

and ends this

infinitesimal

existence

I call mine?

Until then I will

close me eyes

slowly, painfully,

to the darkness

that encases us,

enslaves us,

and hope the

knife will not find me.