Chaotic Voices

State of mind.

A broken heart

Tears falling

Toxic emotions

Lethally low self-esteem.

All contained

Within one body.

Mine.

Can feel my anger

Priming to explode

Against me.

For allowing

My younger brother

To abuse

My mom and I.

I need to

Face these memories

But I want to runaway

To anywhere

But my body.

A corpse of shame

And guilt

For past deeds

Unfulfilled.

Wondering

Would Death

Silence the noise

Within my head

That tells me:

"I'm worthless"

For anything

Of value.

And

A hundred other things

About my destitute soul

Needing to be erased

From existence.

As the despair grows

With each new reason

To give up.

But

I don't. 

Author's Note

Today, I got triggered, again. Can feel myself, sinking lower, into the dark memories of my past.