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I say nothing because I don’t have a voice.
I know that I’ll never be heard and I don’t believe the illusion of choice.
My cries for help go unoticed no one hears.
Blisters are bursting the pain has reduced me to tears.
I conspire with myself on ways to make my world collapse.
My situation is dire sackcloth and ashes.
The structure catches fire and crashes
The rubble smolders and the air is invaded by ashes.
My struggle is one that causes me to suffer.
More than what I have,
I give much more than is required
Yet I walk this road alone
I roam so cold so tired.
I carve new trails
That lead to mental jails.
Under lock and key I sought and seek
Ways to be free under all this scrutiny.
I need things that are worth saving.
In the dark I twist and I turn
As my skin burns I wish I could stop the cravings
The demons in my head utter words that echo into madness.
Absurd there is no comfort in my sadness
I loathe the thought of reliving this day.
In the morning I will be disgusted by the fact I live this way.
Nothing makes sense to me anymore.
I face the juggernaut and brace for the storm.
Destruction and death are on their way here.
In their midst I walk and show no fear.
My heart is sworn to be cold
Yet the tears that pour forth
Are formed and born warm
Conflicts begin and the battle for my soul rages
My story, my truth, my view, my soul written on these pages.
Like an animal I’m kept captive in the cages
Misery loves adversity and although my thirst is deep.