By Shards of sight piercing the boundary of isolation.
Broken and shattered beyond repair
misleading the thoughts of those who care.
They lead me into a world where I see only through a hue of rage
Ripping the sky of its blue freedom thinking they will suffer
but caging myself in a lie.
Beating up the world while only I receive the scars
After I beat myself up so many times for hurting those that I love
I can never heal until I forgive myself.
Silence.
Seeing only what is in front of me
Hearing.
the sounds that mock me in my sleep and invade my dreams
Beating.
Of my heart to the rhythm of the words of a wild mind
Shunning.
My home does to those with my same fate
Yearning.
For a soul to hold my hand
Running.
From the world and whatever is left for me
Until all that is left for me is shattered vision
which refuses to see light
only the shadows.
Where my words I speak have no meaning.
When all the sounds I hear and the feelings I feel are just a part of surviving,
hunting for necessities
Nothing more.
Leaving my soul behind, hysterical at the creature I am now.
Pain.
And then.
Silence.
Poem by Anonymous
