Pounding from deadly fumes,
Destruction is possibly mused,
The last of my patience has fused.
The one thing that ends it all,
The one chance you get to stand tall,
The one thing I failed to do,
The one thing I've done to you.
Is all you do,
Is what you say you're going through,
Is me - just without the noise,
That's me with the broken poise.
That's all I am now,
My expression and my life-force,
Without a choice,
Screaming for help,
You probably don't hear my voice ...