It's Not Supposed to Rhyme.

I am broken, shattered My body on the ground Bloody and beat; I am punished, pained Myself is the one who hurts I am the one who's hurting. I am clean. On the outside only; Dead within seconds. My security, failing, My airlock, unwinding. I am spiraled Stuck inside myself; Wrestling with my conscience; Losing to my invisible foe. I am frightened. Scared of being; Terrified if I unlock, Terrified if I let go. I am pale, unbreathing. My heart no longer beating; My breath no longer there. I just...am. I simply be, walking among a crowd of ghosts; Yet I am the spirit. I am contaminated, sick; Contagious to the touch; My body, a ticking time bomb. I am floating Above the surface; Looking in from afar; Through a haze of despair. I am drowning Screaming, though no one can hear; I am quiet My voice, caught; Scratched and broken; Silenced. Uninvited, unwelcome I am ripped apart And pieced together Though my pattern is wrong My blueprint unfinished. My blueprint, diminished.