You still sing your sentences

I sing my sentences 

My words seem like thinking about them might cause them to shatter and make you bleed 

My eyes are expressive like dark swan

I'm like lilac, but sharper, brighter, with a tinge of pink or red ? 

Tragic how I see melancholy in my sentences

Like if I said too much, I would shatter and if said too less my lungs would collapse into themselves

My eyes feel tired to me, dark and dull sometimes 

I feel limitless and yet empty like the blues and greens of the sea 

Who is this you see? 

Is it really me? 

Or had I forgotten what I looked like?