Died

These thoughts slowly consume me,
Whenever the silence is overwhelming.
Time is my greatest of enemies,
It forces me to remember everything.

Pain is something that never disappears.
It starts off as something dull in the background,
And then slowly begins to bury itself deeper,
Until it is too far under the skin to be found.

I scratch and cut trying to find the source.
But no matter what, I can never see it there.
I can feel it crawling just below the surface,
Taunting me, haunting me, creating every tear.

The more I think of you, the deeper the pain gets.
The depression and hopelessness seep inside.
Leaking its toxic waste into my very being, my soul.
My whole life wasted, my very purpose has died.