The color of my face, the wind in my hair
Are all symptoms of the life I bear.
Chilling bursts with the warmth of the sun,
Are contradictions of the life I’ve won.
The taste of a kiss that lingers from lips
Is the reminder of a long loving bliss.
Yet horror lingers in the depths of my heart,
As silent terrors tear me apart.
I hold on so tight I forget to breath
While shaking I fear all love will leave.
Logic exists, worry overpowers
I fear I’ll loose my life in just hours.
Knees in my chest, exhausted with questions
I fall into a state of possession.
These thoughts are not mine, yet they come from within
I writhe and fall from this original sin.
Yet in tact I stand, holding my head
While I all I can think is: I am already dead.
I’m dead in my mind, void of emotion
Alone and recoiled; nearly broken.
Don’t tell me to calm down. Don’t say I’m fine.
I do not feel as I did in the opening line.
Though invisible, my attacker can see,
So why can’t you see what he does to me?