I'm alive.
Although I am dead inside.
I've been buried beneath secret, after secret,
Slashed with cut, after cut..
I can no longer tell apart reality,
And the fantasies that have turned into nightmares.
I feel choked.
Yet, for some reason,
I am still breathing.
I wish for my soul to become bare,
for the secrets and whispers to become heard.
Yet, there is no one.
I am weak.
I'm beatin,
I myself am the abuser.
Tears roll down my cheek,
and my blood floats away,
As that is the only thing that i can shed.
I'm buried.
I've taken my secrets to my grave.
And even after,
I am still choking,
On all of the secrets,
I had no choice but to save,,