This is the poem…

Madness

A bomb is buried in the center of my heart
I’m set on self destroy
And they did it

Acid is running through my veins
Boiling the blood in my brain
My skin is searing hot to the touch
Sweat is running in to my eyes

I wonder if the last breaths of a murdered man
Are as shaky
As the breaths of his murder before the deed is done.

Why me?
Why don’t they care?
What did I do wrong?

They through me in the cage,
But I tossed away the key,
I gave them the power.

Now the tears come
Icy cold, silky smooth droplets mix with my sweat.

Hot and cold.

Violent sobs scrape through my defiantly pursed lips
I strangle my own cries.
Afraid,
Because they forgot to tell me I’m ok.