A mess, a mess,
just a total bleeding mess.
Mascara on cheeks,
tears running down your skin,
hatred burning on flesh,
fear searing on your bones.

Muscles aching,
hearts breaking,
voiced longing to be heard,

Like the calls of a bird, a raven,
as it swoops over the sky,
as your thoughts begin to unravel,
the final strings of your sanity become entangled,
in the web of lies
and pain
and hatred

And the crying, the wailing,
the sobbing like a glass dam has shattered,
in the depths of your mind.
But all of a sudden, there's nothing.
Static, white static,
Plain, boring, nothing,
a blissful silence, the absense of pain
and hurt and heartbreak and longing

Nothing.
Nothing left, ever.