Mental Suicide

Nirvana is death.

Who will step forward

When my heart 

Beats for nothing

Save

Splintered truths, erected on

A hate for dead words

Plummeting from the mouths of the victims,

Describing me, the accused.

Carve me, with

My addiction to

Speaking without a

Voice to be heard, for

Yelling on a battlefield

Where I have become the slave

To what you think I should be.

Hear me

As I breathe into

Your ears,

Drowning in the misery

Caused by the

Mute ones, accompanied

By the

Soft-spoken cutters, that

Bleed the ink, behind

A worlds words.

How our hearts bleed.

Mental suicide.

We hang ourselves in thought.