I hike alone, feet dragging through the surface

A trail of blood is left in my path

Confusion clouds my conscious minds' cogs.

My air ceases its flowing as all effort is put to keeping the scream in

My eyes search for the crimson's source. . .

Am i wounded by the lack of words?

The lack of love?

The loneliness that reeks havoc upon my soul?

The air pushes at the walls of my lugs, it burns

I begin to slowly let it slip from my lips when its path is

abruptly stopped

Constriction. . .confusion. ..

There is a heart in my hands.

It is broken and bloodied

No wonder i feel nothing, I am senseless

The heart is no longer connected

It barely, barely beats

My inner demons screech and claw at my skin

They call to their comrades seated in the depths of despair

I can feel them cracking the surface

They push through

I no longer have the will to run, to hide

What is the point?

Would anyone hear me scream?

Would it matter if i'm gone?

They know the answer, that is why i'm preyed upon

The same things the others said

That i was better off dead

This they know, they feed upon my anguish

As my scars grow