Watching you laugh and talk with friends,
Ignoring me like we're strangers.
It hurts; it burns; it pulls me into the depths of my mind to rot.
As if I were truly in a prison.
Like the devil himself had shackled me and I am suffocating in the smoke and smog that fills this hell in my head.
My mind has come to be more of a bear trap, gnawing on my leg clear to the bone.
Snapping down, sometimes with so much force, that I break.
As if I could almost hear my composure shattering like a breaking mirror, and all of the shards begin to stab at the seams that keep my brain inside of my soft skull.
Until I fall to my knees in so much pain that I violently bang my head into the walls, trying to numb it.
All the while seemingly unstoppable tears drench the collar of my shirt.
Only making me feel small and helpless, shaking out of pure agony. Just wishing I would black out from pain,
Because it doesn't hurt when you're unconscious.