There's a fist grasped tight around my soul,

Where my heart should beat, an empty black hole.

Stepping forward, trying to take the right path,

Stuck in glue, held down by my past.

 

Words stuck when I try to speak,

So I swallow the lump and push it down deep,

Where it grows and festers rotting from inside out,

Poison, polluting my mind with doubt.

 

Numbed are my senses, birds sing no more,

Voices in my head chanting 'lay down on the floor'.

I want to feel something, knife cuts my skin,

Small respite from the pain within.

 

Long forgotten how to smile or cheer,

Wishing that the end were near.

Tired but I cannot rest my head,

Sleepless nights tossing in my bed.

 

Limbs ache, headaches are strong,

Can't hear the rhythm in favourite songs

Darkness has engulfed, can't see through the mist

Dementor has delivered its final soul sucking kiss

 

I said I was fine, I lied.

Last night I lay in bed and cried.

I was tired from the internal pain,

Tomorrow, I'll wake and face it again.