My soul is being torn in two.
The agony is terrifying.
The pain unbearably loud.
Though no one looks up,
No one even blinks.
Can they not hear the pain I am in?
Can they not see me?
Every second that goes by that no one notices is like a crushing blow.
I am being torn down slowly with each breath.
It seems as if no one will notice at all.
At least they wonít until itís too late.
They will finally see as the last breath passes through my lips.
As if a spell has been lifted from them.
Though none of that will matter because I will be free.
They will take over the guilt and burdens I held for so long.
They will be held down in my place as I become light as a feather.
Who knows where I am going, and who cares because Iím free.
I donít need anyone now.