Pulling at my hair,
screaming in a corner,
fracturing the inner world surrounding me,
but my exterior is undisturbed.

Fractured smiles, polite lies,
tapdancing around the truth
with red hot shoes of iron
waiting for someone to notice
what I can no longer say.

Decaying in my mortal shell,
praying to a diety I no longer understand
but not sure what I'm even asking for,
or if they even care.

Throat raw, cheeks chapped
with tears I lack the energy to shed,
head pounding with emotions
that a mere skull cannot contain,
desperate for something better.

I've been in pain for so long,
losing myself in the swamp of my own lies.
When everything hurts this much,
how do I begin the healing?

I'm so very ready for a cure.