Can't

I sit here tangled amongst my own self-doubts, the knots too complex, the threads too strong. A recording keeps echoing through my veins and I see the colours jerk with my pulse. You are the framework that allows me to stand, that lends me endurance in a whirlwind of weakness. You are my secret. Abilities shatter and pieces cut deep down to the bone and I bleed, I bleed, I bleed. Shards of self-loathing that wedge amongst my arteries. A simple shadow of unadulterated darkness.