Imaginary People

The urge overwhelms takes a hold, like chains chains that constrict gripping at my wrists and ankles the pressure of it It seems as if my bones will break burdens only I could bear yet they bring me to my knees until the will may surface consumed by imaginary people those that doubt those that cast asides dwindling hopes only play with my heartstrings playing the tune of torment, despair, and broken dreams so I breathe deeply only for a short-lived moment I seek a light, but cannot help but cower in the nighttime