Breaking Poem by Nameless Dreamer

One crack
Two cracks
Three cracks
Four
I fall I crumble to the floor

The last in line
Thoughts lost in time
Forever young
A suicide

Chilling waves
Of wind and leaves
But when you're gone
That's all I need

An awful, scratching, breaking sound
Very aware, he's not around

I turn my head
But in my mind
I knew what I
Had left to find

The clattering
Of breaking bones
Reassures me
Of what I've known

I hold my breath
I realize
This sickening sound
Is me breaking inside