In my own body.

Unable to life the weight.
Pulling me into the cement.
Unable to hear the world around me.
My heartbeat too loud.

Prisoner.

In my own mind.

Locked behind bars,
And Unable to need.
Numb, or screaming trying to get out.
Both locked inside the walls.
Nobody but myself to hear.

Prisoner.

Words scribbled in agony...
Cries screamed into the void...

Sounds of life.
Of coping.

Silence is the real killer.
When I need the most.
I say the least.

Because there's
Fire along my skin.
Ice shards in my lungs.
War in my head.
I've anvils for feet.
Air feels like water.
I'm drowning, unable to move.
Paralyzed in life.

It's hard to fall out of love with someone
You never really loved.
But it's hard to love someone I've never known.

How could I fall in love with a shell? Someone who never is themself?
I don't know what they like,
What they want, or dream about.

I don't think I've ever really met them.
But here I am again.
Because I may never meet myself.
I may never know who I am.
So how could I love a stranger?

I don't care anymore.  

I don't care if my body were to eat itself from the inside out.
It would hurt and be terrible for a while.
But I can't imagine it'd hurt worse than living my life like this.