I could tell him
Who will listen
Seems to see me screaming
Internally as I cut myself
Away from my ambitions
I will remain
This terrible, dark, and eerie feeling,
That lies in my heart,
slithering like a snake to the front edges of my mind.
It adds weight to my shattered soul,
unable to carry it as a whole.
Consuming my being,
till the light of my spirit is shrouded and drenched,
in a thick armor of hatred.
Unable to see the light of day,
pushing everything away,
into the outer reaches of my heart,
until I have nothing left but the dark.