Through twisted memories,
And distorted views.
I find my peace and solace,
In the cacophony of noise.
These distracting voices,
Running through my mind.
I can\'t get them out,
But I can\'t let the nice ones in.
Here I sit wiping these emotionless tears away,
Feeling nothing at all.
Chained down and no longer fighting,
The floor sinking farther.
And with my last ounce of whatever is left,
I say thank you for everything.
As who I used to be disappears,
Under the concrete of my fake facade.