I've Been Dying All Along.

Emptiness washes over me
Like a thousand tiny rivers
And still, I stand here alone
As the cold inside me shivers.

Beneath the hidden surface
Is a nightmare you'll not dream
The cries of bitter hopelessness
And tattered whispered screams.

Along the sharpened edges
Where it's rough and blunt
There lays my cold blood
From back to very front.

Loneliness sleeps inside me
Never bothering to ever wake
And its weakening my heart
With every crack it breaks.

In the deep depths of my mind
Lay the fragile spoken voices
Controlling every single mistake
And telling me my brutal choices.

Everyday sadness consumes me
With it, complimenting my sorrow
Reminding me how hard life is
And it's dream for no tomorrow.

Still, whether I am breathing
Or deeply buried six feet under
It simply doesn't even matter
About these thoughts I wonder.

Because even though I'm still here
Trying to be more than just strong
My belief in thinking that inside
I've been dying all along.