Wreckage.

Amidst all the chaos,

Raging in my head;

Here I sit between the wreckage.

All those thorns in front of me,

Do they really prickle?

I can no longer tell.

Sensations all feel the same,

Yesterday the hurt was strong;

Even now theres a tingle.

But all its strength just seeped out,

To where even I don't know.

That buzzing noise,

Where before wasn't so relevant,

Now its sound is extremely loud.

What do I have to do?

To just shut away,

All those voices that ridicule,

Who really has the power,

To stop me if I decided to,

Finally get up and actually.

Fight for what I want.