Breaking

Blood is pouring
Hearts are breaking
Seams are bursting
Dreams are shattering

Do you see the blood?
Dripping across these arms?
These wrists?

Can't you see the hearts?
Torn apart?
Stabbed to nothing?

Do you care about the seams?
That rip apart?
Moment by moment?

What about the dreams?
They've been shoved down.
And dissolved to nothing?

Do you even notice?
All these problems?
Probably not.
You notice nothing.
You're blind.
To all the problems.
and all these fears.  
That is your problem.
You know nothing.