Released.

From my cold, dead fingers because

I know that there's no more blood to flow through.

As my heart keeps on trying, I can never hold any of it down. 

All of my fears flow through with all of the red that I see leave me. 

All of me is always cold, reading my own needs has become harder to do.

The dizzying feeling of

everything on the verge of shutting down sets in with a pang of self-hatred.

The knowledge of nothing being the same as something else 

had set in before I knew to use my lungs,

but this is a time that I wish that I was able to be like the others.

So that I would never use my voice to express the

problems that scream into my ears.

The solution is forever above me so I endure all of the things 

that people pretend to understand. 

The slow lull of what was once so strong is an atrocious sensation 

of all of the things that I didn't sn't ready to let go.

The warmth of a simple touch. 

Feeling secure beneath the sin of the skin that 

I've been forced to live in. 

Looking three shades lighter the heart each day,

more numb each hour.

Quiter by the minute.

Refusing to release that once was by the second. 

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.