I didn't mean to do it

Although I know
Have known
Still know
It still hurts like nothing else.

Like I've been filled from inside out
With concrete forms of pain and loss and aching doubt.

The tears rain down yet I don't sob
Like I've done before
This is silent pain where it's deathly quiet
And all around me's still.

The gap inside yawns, is gaping.
Wider, bigger, until I fall inside.
And slowly, slowly come crawling out,
Inches measured in tears I've cried

This isn't my hurt.
It's yours.
I don't mean to steal it,
To rub it in the dirt
It just...it aches
How it aches...
Not a burning feeling, like angry wounds,
But silent, icey. Shivers down my back.

There's not a lot to save me now
The blackness is devouring me
The monsters that you kept at bay
Are leaping now; devouring me.