Even after seeing all the pieces I’m convinced I’m not broken
As that would make me a product of your cruelty
An entity I refuse to believe exists.
I
Malnourished
Suckle on your words which have become my source of life…
Although I’m dead, I continue to breathe just to maintain your sanity
Desperately fighting to keep my only form of expression from polluting my face
Refusing to allow you to see what you’ve done to me
For you haven’t, you see
You haven’t..
~ Dr Faith
Mental Versations 