Internal

It sqeezes firmly on my waist crushing what's left of meI gasp for my final few breathes, my head spinning, and stomach churning. Silent tears stream down my face, for all i can do is lie there. I haven't the strengh to fight because i have nothing to live for. I might as well peirce what's left of my heart myself. I'm alone. Yes, they hear what i say, but are they listening? I'm dying on the inside, and i can't explain. I'm hurt in so many ways, and no one sees it but me. They say it's a passing, but if it were...i wouldn't feel this way every moment of my life. It's as if i'm talking to the ghosts that haunt my my bedroom walls; They my crush the ice cold box around my complete being. It seems as though they breathe life into the shivering corners of my soul. There are crevices and wholes that need to be filled, and inside them have are frozen over memories of forgetten love, friends, happiness, and broken promises. I don't search in theses places, for i am afraid of what i might find. Please don't make me relive my memories. I can't face the person i've become. I beg of them to keep me away from the nightmares that cloud my thoughts. Begging and pleading never seems to be enough....because these nightmares are me. I can never release this monster. I can never escape. I hate him.