Blackened hearts and sharpened tongues reside,
In the rotting corpse shells of these halls.
Preying on the weak, and going for the strike.
Mind numbingly following the herd, never even really awake.
Follow the leader, tag you’re it, Simon says, “**** yourself.”
But does Simon really understand?
That the weight of those words is greater than his precious ego?
It’s easy to be a target when the bright fluorescents and cold linoleum leave you unguarded.
But Simon will never know that, will he?
He’s guarded by the maggots that feed off of his discarded victims.

i hate that you’ve seen,
every bit of me you could.
i hate that you’ve touched,
every bit that you did.
i hate myself,
for being touched by you.

i hate my body,
as it’s a constant reminder,
of what you took from me.

i hate me,
because i can’t escape the vessel you violated.

you’ve penetrated my mind,
poisoning my thoughts.

i can no longer look in the mirror,
for fear of seeing what you saw.
whatever it was you saw,
drove you to destroy me.

so now,
i hide away in shame.
i hide so no one sees what you saw,
in hopes they won’t do the same.

color has drained
from my view,
my mouth has
grown heavy.

heavy with the words
i long to speak,
the ever growing list
of things i wish to say.

i wish i could say i’m happy,
i wish i could say i’m fine.
i wish i could say i feel,
but i can’t.

my words cannot find my voice
all that comes out is a whine,
stuttering words and
choked back tears leak.

the longing for feeling to reappear,
expressed only by blood and tears.
staining my soul,
with the remnants of my mortality.