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.