The Abuse

I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO! I lay wrinkled and knotted, trying to iron my crumpled self... Vibrating with those ugly, gruesome resonances, I relive those horrors each day. I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO! I walk yet I feel crippled................... I can see my inner self but why do I feel blind............. I can hear my internal sobs, but deafness seems like myself................... I am not dumb but where my laughter is lost, I am not sure................. I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO! What was it that caused this ABUSE, I try to reason out? Perhaps my silly heart or my funny face.............. Maybe my ugly hand or my miserable mind.................. I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO! It was the depth of that ABUSE that set my soul to choke into breathlessness! I AM DEAD BECAUSE I FEEL SO!