Why do I feel like everythings falling apart and yet putting itself back together at the same time? Why do I feel like there's a knife in my heart that's being bandaged up, still stuck firm in my chest...I feel like I can say anything at all but nothing will come out. The chains under my skin are cleverly concealed within my skin, unseen to the wandering eye. Only when one looks closely do they see the cold metal holding my muscles and bones together as if I could fall apart in an instant. And I could. Without the unforgiving steeling binding me tightly, I'd slowly lose myself to nothing, limbs dripping off one by one. I walk down the street weighed down and grounded by my vicious secret...I walk knowing no one knows.

But is that really that bad?