Nicole Johnson

For so long I’ve tried to hold it together.
To be the glue to my failing limbs
And I’ve failed only to try again.
I’ve stood here, trapped inside myself.
The shackles replaced with stronger restraints and they’ve become strangling.
I‘ve stood at this very window, the only thing that brings in light to brighten my path of darkness and cried.
Each tear of agonizing frustration and I’ve contemplated my sanity.
The voices that surround me are from my imagination.
I’ve heard only what my subconscious wanted me to hear.
The pleas for release have grown to new levels of decency and I’ve suddenly encountered the knife to end this misery.
Pain in extremes is all I have left to take my mind off of this.
Blood shed and then nothing, I’m dead.
Freedom at the expense of others has never been sweeter
The tears have dried and the chains have disappeared.
I’m free now because I fought to live.