My empty face does not reveal
these thoughts inside my convoluted mind.
Frustration, despair –
I have to admit I'm crazy.
And I hate myself for it.
Hate myself
for bringing the pain again.
But someday the time will come when
I will hand it to someone else.
Leaving my body, floating to the air.
I know they can see it
sitting here for the longest time.
The world could hear my psyche cry,
but I have become mute.
If I trust you,
we could dissolve
this dose of heartache.
I could swallow it, little by little
Until it bleeds from my skin.
Every pore, a different story.
But first I have to say the words,
unlock it all.