Cracks begin to spider through the walls— thoughts scrambling for space inside my head. They deepen, stretch, grow jagged and cruel. Shards bite as the structure starts to fall. The words— they still echo, They won’t leave me be. My eyes blur, no longer seeing the truth— only fractures that can’t bear the weight any longer. I thought I was healing. I really did. But now I lie buried beneath the rubble of what once felt like joy— And is now the very thing keeping me down.