deeper and deeper

the threads of my heart
 are shredded beyond mend
mind and body are exhausted
 from to many dry drownings;
 constantly swallowing tears

i am ...

the dresser you kick
the mirror you smash,
 i'm the one with
 the seven years of bad luck
the dish you smash on the kitchen floor

its amazing how the magic manipulation of words
can hurt more than punches

i am shattered in millions of pieces.
 each time you break me,
 pieces are lost under cabinets and couches
 in the corners and shadows
 of our life

you render speechless
 and lack of speech leads to
 building up unreleased thought
one simple thought built up in the mind
 is a dangerous thing
 it crowds the mind

i'm in an endless cycle
 no speech,
 only thoughts,
 mind crowded,
 unproductive,
 non-functioning
  depression

and here we go
deeper and deeper