Limits.

I don't remember when I passed mine. 

I ached right through it. 

I never told a soul.

It was just a silent whimper that no one strained to hear.

Everyone was so caught up in everything else. 

I was never coddled or pondered over. 

I didn't say it before

and though it may be too late,

I'm saying it now.

I can't do this anymore.

No, I will not watch this anymore with invisible tape over my mouth.

No, I will not hurt myself.

I've done this before and 

I know where I will end.

Long ago, 

I became a broken toy.

But after a while no one wants a broken toy.

When the toy is no longer played with, 

it is at peace.

That is a limit and place that I will never reach.

For I am at the point and place where I have not broken down completely,

but I see that the breaking point is so close and 

out of my reach.

I feel as though I will never be free.

I'm not too sure if I wish to be freed.

But I know that if I was, 

I wouldn't feel like this. 

Like I'm disgusted with myself.

As though so many things are my fault when I've 

done no wrong.

To myself, maybe. 

But I don't know how to fix it.

Man didn't make bandages big enough to cover the gap between me and you.

All there is is pain.

But I know that you don't see it.

Which is why I have to get rid of it for myself. 

There's no sense in blaming anyone when 

the knife has already dug through.

I can take it out,

but I would only bleed more. 

At this point I would do it.

I have nothing left to give or lose.

Perfect time to break isn't it?

Yet I have no choice but to trudge onward.

I will, for now, be a toy that

looks fine,

but doesn't function as well as it did when you took me out of my box.

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.