Wandering

Looking at the empty floor

I no longer seem like more

Than the wicked enemy

I’ve seen tear me through

Why could it be there?

Why does it silence me so?

I can’t feel

I can’t see

I can’t think

I just want to be free

Its so smothering

I keep crumbling

I haven’t been screaming and residing in hell

I don’t have a reason

There doesn’t seem to be a cause

I just hate myself

Without clause

I can’t burden anyone with this truth

With me.