Strangled

Being strangled by your rope for so long has led me to believe

- in my newly found freedom -

that numbing myself to avoid the potential of pain is

somehow more desirable than experiencing the thrill of chance.

Mute.

The scream in your chest mattered little to me when my ears were filled with the sound of my thoughts.

Holding on to Passing Time

Realizing that you are not the best thing for me was easy. My bones have known it for quite some time.

Giving my mind the time to accept it? Now that is another story.

The Battle for Truth

The voices in your head don't deserve the hold they have on you.

Not Anymore.