I'm just like an angel that never had wings, an angel that got forced fed while tied to a cross of hate. I see the mystery soul, taking control. I simply hear, no sounds so familiar. Self chosen alone, isolation-iconoclast forming inside a broke heart. Breathing no more. Truth, one separates life and death. I'm missing, chose to leave. Just one dot on society of misery. A ripple upon the water of life, I sit there PTSD ****** me through the *** hold of my *****. It burns like some sexually transmitted disease. Over and over they whip me with words and judgements. Lashing at my flesh and emotions. I cry no more. I abuse myself to their satisfaction.