I sit.
Alone.
And think.
These thoughts are mine,
Not shared with anyone
But myself.
Dangerous thoughts
In a dangerous mind.
Conflicting,
My angel,
My demon,
Fight for control
Of me,
Of my very soul.
The pain is unbearable,
Tears me apart,
Rips me to shreds
From the inside out
Until i cry 'no more!'
But the cry,
It is not heard
By anyone
At all-
No,
You're all too busy
To hear me cry,
of course.
And the angel,
The demon,
Too busy fighting
To even notice I'm still here.
Locked in combat,
'Til death do us part'
But no,
You cannot die.
You will always be there,
Killing me slowly
With your words,
Your war.
Poisoning my mind
Until my very soul is gone,
And I am left,
An empty shell
For you to gloat over.
Enjoy.
