The color of my face, the wind in my hair

Are all symptoms of the life I bear.

 

Chilling bursts with the warmth of the sun,

Are contradictions of the life I’ve won.

 

The taste of a kiss that lingers from lips

Is the reminder of a long loving bliss.

 

Yet horror lingers in the depths of my heart,

As silent terrors tear me apart.

 

I hold on so tight I forget to breath

While shaking I fear all love will leave.

 

Logic exists, worry overpowers

I fear I’ll loose my life in just hours.

 

Knees in my chest, exhausted with questions

I fall into a state of possession.

 

These thoughts are not mine, yet they come from within

I writhe and fall from this original sin.

 

Yet in tact I stand, holding my head

While I all I can think is: I am already dead.

 

I’m dead in my mind, void of emotion

Alone and recoiled; nearly broken.

 

Don’t tell me to calm down. Don’t say I’m fine.

I do not feel as I did in the opening line.

 

Though invisible, my attacker can see,

So why can’t you see what he does to me?