Suffocated by the silence
The bitter atmosphere
Hindered by compliance
To thoughts once said
Now held dear

The silence
Where my thoughts are overrun
By this sleek proverbial gun
Blasting off in
3
2
done
Reaching the moon, to tread upon
The screaming in my head now upset
That i am not yet gone.

But ive never been that lucky
Now a circle of self abuse
The pen my favorite dagger
The world my favorite noose

The suffocation now controllable
Panic replaces fear
Oh what have I done?
What am i doing here?

It seems no more composure
But ive also lost my nerve
Maybe ill just close my eyes
sleep through this ending verse

And maybe if im lucky,
Itll weaken all the hurt.