Wandering Mind

Shards of glass cover the asphalt like glitter. Was there an accident or just discarded litter? My throat is raw and tastes of bile. I should probably lie down for awhile. I close my eyes and start to drift. My mind is an enigma that's impossible to sift. No one knows my secret pain. For that I am the one to blame. The beast within me takes control. It never accepts the answer no. Gone are my young and carefree days. Displayed are my secretive and destructive ways. My heart is heavy and my chest feels tight. God only knows if I'll be alright. It's kinda funny things hit so close to home. I'm ashamed to ask for help so I suffer alone.