Requiem for Reality

Don't try to fix me, I am not broken.
My heart in the open, my tears become oceans.
I am what you see, nothing more and no less.
Sometimes I too bleed, in the midst of a breath.

Don't try to fix me, I am too broken.
Pieces of my soul strewn about the floor.
my vessel is empty, the memories miss me.
the absoluteness of this hones to the core.

Please won't you fix this? I am too broken.
I call out as loud as I can whisper.
Is all that I can muster, a feeble fevered bluster.
Unintelligible cries that are sobbingly spoken.