Breaking Point

Death calls

spirits that devour me from living chocking me

I am a temple

far from existence

with dark webs closing in

taking each breath away

I am empty

I have listened to the voices in my head longer than time

they drag me deeper

Into a self-hell

I am poison

Restless

Creating darkness

sucking the life and I yearn to be taken

I hid in forgotten closets

With a self-vow

That though I have been closed away from life as much as its vanity

Though I have talked to these deaf walls

which sentenced me to self-indulgence

And love has been silenced

I have grown to believe that most meant malice

I remain tongue-tied

smile to the society and say I am okay though I am breaking

eroding my humanity with the pain

I have grown cold

don’t question

when I give back my skins to the soils that once mothered me

know that I died a long time when I was present with you

when you reduced me to a stereotype

I was typically okay

I hid my own insanity to please you