Sooner or later you'll know

The Room of Vases

My legs are always locked together
Even though I don't like it
I make myself do it
A rock in my fist that I throw
It always hits a vase
Other than the rock and I
There are the vases
All different but all just as fragile
I can't move my legs
Everyday
Shattering
Thoughts racing
Breathing
Heart beating
Silence
The vases always remake themselves
The rock always comes back
The only options I can take
Hold the rock
Throw the rock
The other options ones unwilling
Choking myself
Shoving the rock in my throat
Banging the rock against myself
Screaming
Nothing