Sutures across my lips

Talking has become my enemy. I live alone with my skin. I cry and crave to speak and you have ruined it all. You being who? Who am I blaming. I just need to be saved from the dust thats inside of my head. This cloud hanging around me is due to as many vices as possible to numb the reality. I can't wake up if I am asleep . I wont wake up. I am alive but dead as dead can be. I put my personality away in a cupboard. I am going to hide. and fly away far far away.

Me or the thought of me

When did it get so out of hand. When did my building come crashing down. When did I not know. Life, as it was. As it is. Its never what you imagined.

Will I make it to 28.