Impure

They kill my soul,
I almost can't breathe..
You see.. I obtain these impurities,
And they suffocate me.
Crying and screaming,
I silently think.
If I weren't to continue,
nothing would shrink.
My mind is my castle,
but the walls won't come down.
I'm trapped inside with
this mimicking sound.
My subconscious telling me
that ill be okay. That someday,
It will diminish away.
To a place where my soul
Can fly astray.
To a realm where just maybe
Ill be okay.