Inner Battles

 Fear burned out in my chest
I feel nothing, my soul
just ash
no tears left
just vapor
floating above
my bleeding scars.
I am a result of war.
My bones show
through my
liquid stone skin
unbreakable
I can still bleed.
This is what happens
when the voice in your head
becomes your best friend.
I want to live.
I want you to die.
I argue with my impulses.
Argue my homosapianism.
I am not human
I do not eat
I do not sleep.
I float amongst the others.
The normal people
and the people like me
and they see nothing.
The voice becomes my guide.
I listen.
My broken hearts and shattered dreams fade
I don't remember a time before this fight.
The fight for my soul.
The control of my actions.
I fight for the nothing I have left.
Until I realize
It's so easy
I take a deep breath and let go.
The voice is my voice.
My deepest wishes
and most beautiful
hateful
venegful thoughts.
I become my essence.
I feel nothing
and nothing I am.