Loosing my mind

I used to hear words of pain I’m used to hearing words of defeat In this traumatic drama of my life I realise they no longer need a body The spill from lips wide open Stained on my mind From previous beatings They easily flow out of my own thoughts now Barricading me in less self-worth Spitting toxins, I now imagine in my own mind They have plastered themselves on my skin Fighting to sink into my soul Selling words of anger Doubt Fear Hate, Pain Frustration That I keep buying Even with my last cent As I become indebted to them They have made me believe I owe them now A slice of my life A piece of my soul That without their unjustified torment over me They haven’t wrung their last piece Even now as I fight And stretch like an amoeba Trying to find my right form To break free of them To extend myself out of their reach They tell me ‘We’…haven’t debited yet Our fill is yet unmet