I bite back my screams, trying to keep my thoughts quiet
They screech loudly from the inside
And hide beneath my skin, crawling
to the surface in shades of purple and red.  
I can no longer catch my breath
But the desire to run away
Keeps tugging at me until I am lost
Lost in the memory of the person I used to be
I shiver at the reflection of my skin
Easy to ignore, easy to numb
Small as the sky, small as a papercut
nobody thinks is significant anyway.
It is only me left to pick up the remains
Breaking the cycle, breaking the habit
No longer letting my thoughts overflow
But keeping my heart in its place,
My mind where it belongs
Shoved into a neat corner, not given up
or suppressed. In the end,
There is no longer a desire for an end.