Tough Times

I'll try to stay alive,
Through these tough times.
But I'm not,
As tough as I used to be.

Likes bones with osteoporosis,
I work but am extremely fragile.
Or porcelain glass,
I appear to stand tall, but I'm easily shattered.

Like the pencil I'm writing with now,
I try to say something, but the point of it breaks.
No one hears my screams for help,
Or maybe they just don't care.

These agonizing memories won't fade,
Like an ugly tattoo on the heart.
Perhaps done with the wrong ink,
Or with too sharp a needle.

Sometimes the emotions are like an ice-cube,
Code and numbing.
But most of the time,
They feel like the surface of the sun.