I’d kill to feel something,

Anything at all.

Darkness pits through me;

Death hears my call.

I cannot see through it,

This unspeakable shit.

It’s like I’m broken,

Used, and unfit;

Unfit to be loved,

Or to love at all.

I can’t see straight anymore,

Pain echoes and pierces my walls.

I want to feel something,

Other than pain,

Loneliness,

Regret,

Self-loathing, and shame.

Someone hear these cries.

Someone help me please.

I beg and cry out,

Everyone is deaf but me.

I’m muted,

And neglected.

Forgotten.

No longer protected,

By the journey of love and family.