Shadows vague, uneasy grow;
Sinking into all I know.
I hear the truth beneath what’s spoken;
You refuse to see I’m broken.
Silence captive holds me here;
Imprisoned within unsteady fear.
Weaponless, defenseless I
Crouch, cower, wait to die.
Cut me to the size you need;
Pretend that I don’t really bleed.
Abandoned, isolated, torn;
Unsure of what it is I mourn.
Grief breeds anger, fury, rage;
Locked inside this pretty cage.
I take what you refuse to shoulder;
The shadows growing ever colder.
I cannot speak and so I scream;
I cannot sleep for I might dream,
Terrible, voracious things,
Mocking what the daylight brings.
Shattered, jagged edges raw;
You still pretend you never saw.
Balanced upon a living grave,
I still pretend I can be saved.