Im nor impressed or depressed

though emptiness fills the void of torturous screams in my head

pounding,

trying to arise and escape

but i stay silent as they float to my thoughts

whispering, secrets that i dare not tell

for they will strike me down,

like a hunt,

and wring me until i faint

theyve said im lead

dark and poison filled

one taste, one touch,

and the love is killed.

i am broken and bewildered by my boisterous bound of belittlement

shh.

theyre listening...