You can create anything between the empty space

within the restraints of your mind

but, can you make it so real that you truly feel it?

feel through the others chest?

feel their heat pumping as if it were your own?

to the very point when the pulse you feel

under your fingers is not your own

until you can feel their tears like rain

pouring down the inner sides, inside your brain

a grasp so tightly it embraces your soul

so no one else can ever see it

frightened that you no longer even possess it

your eyes are stolen so you just see blank paintings

but, inward there is a whole other world

and outside, when they break

they explode so loud it trembles your head

blackness, and you’ve forgotten everything that happened

nothing that came from your lips

was something you’ve said

switching so immense it tears down your life

because the migraines are so intense

but your eyes are still empty shells

conflicting cause they are full to the brim inside

with the voices whistling around

and you don’t recognize your own face

especially as you refer to yourself by another name

your body don’t match the ones in your head

so like everything else, you erase it out

everything you feel is pointless

you know this,  a pathetic trait

all your writings don’t seem to make sense

some even written with another hand

there is no will to want to survive past the chaos

because ending it will at least gain some control

but you’re not just killing one person

with the cut off point- you will kill them all

and that also is too much to bear

so you are stuck driven in reverse

inside a land more real, with nothing on the outside

only a pantomime of something you can’t do

but can never stand to leave behind