Invisible hands have
wrenched around my heart.
Only feeding me sadness
that sends me into physical pain.
I feel as if I’m stumbling
blindly, just a shell with a mask.
A mask of happiness,
while inside I am being torn apart.
The release I want will not come.
Some days I want to just go,
to be here no more.
No longer feeling like this.
The excruciatingly loud silence
echoes in my ears, not allowing me
to drown it out.
Covering my ears will not help.
If I scream, will someone hear me?
No one will answer my plea.
If I am wounded will someone heal me?
I bleed out everything.
I have given everything up,
for you all.
I have faced many years of pain,
for you all.
Grasping my chest I stumble
for what seems to be a light,
it too is now swallowed up
by nothingness.
I number how many days I go
