Shattered

I'm suffering. It is withering me to nothing. I feel the time I have slipping threw my hands like small bits of sharp broken glass. Cutting my hands yet I refuse to drop it all. I let it tare my hands. The deep red blood I bleed is nothing to the tears I cry. I find myself drowning in a sea of hate and pain. I wish I could heal but I can't breathe and I can't pull myself out with bloody hands.