Flowers Under My Skin

Kill my soul, free my mind

and my screams for help

echo in my mind

but never graze my lips

never flow off my tongue

never vibrate through my vocal cords

never get to be heard

the only ones who can hear my cries

are the demons in my mind

and they use them against me

to manipulate my thoughts

to kill me while I'm still breathing

and then, on the inside

I'm gone

and all that's left

is a body that looks like mine

but isn't

Because once your mind kills your soul,

there is no going back