Why?

A Poem by Hosimone

Why do I do the things I do?
It kills me but I follow through
It curls up my spine
Crushing my chest so I can't breathe
Building up until I find
Myself curled up
Like a dead leaf

The snake wraps still tighter
I look around trying to find a lighter
To set this feeling on fire
But I am a dried leaf
Crushed under the weight
Of the boot on top of me
The weight I can't defeat

I scream in agony
Silently in pain
Slowly I burn
Smoulder with the red embers
The fire that was burning this pain
Was doused by the cold rain
Under the sky

I can't escape this
This cage of cold metal
The door is locked
The iron burning me
The glass, nails, knives, ripping through me
My strength is wearing thin
But I can't move
Without dropping the sky
If I do
The ones I love
Will die.