Drowning in mid-air

Tears, always close to the surface;
Easy to scratch like wet paint.
My chest, hollow and echoing with the void,
The space waiting to be filled.
A oxygen-filled suffocation;
Like drowning in mid-air.
Just try not to think!
Try not to dwell!
Try not to be selfish!
Don’t dare ask for more.
Egg shells everywhere;
So painful to tread,
Tiptoes burning, biting, aching.
Tears close, burning, clawing their way out;
Hold them in, hold them down,
Don’t let them see, don’t let them know.
Don’t let the tear tracks show!
My heart is screaming and my gut is churning.
I’m holding it all in wondering,
When will it end?