Last Straw

Last straw

The wound that reopens.
Always lurking in the backdrop,
ready to burst.
Without a warning.
Last straw broken.

I was calm.
I was happy.
It was fake.
A fancy lie.
Last straw broken.

It was a mask.
The hurt was vast.
I jumped recklessly
Without a care.
Last straw broken.

The inspiration to do it again is lost.
Any faith in myself, lost.
Loves many,
Hates self.
Last straw broken.