Fractures.

i
am not whole
i am two fractures
light and dark
fighting each other constantly

in this war
dark tends to win
i succumb to sadness
while the light desparately tries
to surface

within a sea of names
that i call myself
a tiny sparkle of light
apparates
and tells me
im
beautiful

and for half a second
i almost believe
that voice
before the darkness grows bigger
and bigger
and
bigger
and squashes
that tiny sparkle
and i am succumbed
once again