Lithium

There is no feeling anymore.

It is trapped within an orange bottle of temptation, my name printed in it's label, not to say that it is mine, but to ay that I am it's own. That is where my screams are heard, bouncing off plastic walls, silent to the ears of the world. I am shackled to the walls of this world that does not exist, but it does exist, don't you see? There it bottles up my mania, my self worth, identity, pushing limits past their breaking points, false truth from white hands passed to my own pale ones. They take pride in masking my pain, hidden right beneath thesurface and unable to be shown. Expressed, those feelings you show I envy you those, those feelings, expressions they flow out of you in a stream that wraps itself around me as if to stangle me until I can no longer breathe and I bleed my emotions to you and they are shown and they are shown to the world and their wide eyes and their white hands they reach for my prison and tear open the ceiling and my screams are heard and released are my wrists from those shackled that define me and confine me from this selfishly expressive world and those pale white hands  find my chains and feed them to me and I feel it run roughly down my throat and they can not hear my screams anymore.

There is no feeling anymore