This emptiness
fills my being like blood,
running through my veins.
This loneliness
holds me
like no one ever could.
This poison
infects my brain
like a deadly virus
slowing killing me
without anyone knowing.
I feel trapped
and I'm scared of what might happen,
I'm scared of what I might do,
but most of all--
I'm scared of my thoughts.
Because I'm a hostage of my own mind
and the worst part is;
no one can hear me scream.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
This emptiness
fills my being like blood,
running through my veins.
This loneliness
holds me
like no one ever could.
This poison
infects my brain
like a deadly virus
slowing killing me
without anyone knowing.
I feel trapped
and I'm scared of what might happen,
I'm scared of what I might do,
but most of all--
I'm scared of my thoughts.
Because I'm a hostage of my own mind
and the worst part is;
no one can hear me scream.
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