Nonexistent my soul has become dead.

Haunted by the thoughts that swirl in my head.

Invisible I was, invisible I will stay.

“What’s the point of dreams?” I say.

When my dreams are not acknowledged.

When everything I am is demolished.

My sense of self is breaking down.

Causing a permanent frown.

My worth is lost into the air.

A fleeting thought without care.

In the mirror my reflection shows.

The feelings inside that nobody knows.

The reflection is different to the world.

Inside me, my soul is curled.

Full of shame for being me.

If this is bondage, I want to be free.

What did I do to deserve this pain?

My heart, the world tramples in the rain.

What can I do to earn acceptance?

Does who I am need repentance?

Lost in a nightmare, I want to wake.

Slipping further down with every choice I make.

What will it take for my heart to see?

That my identity can be set free.

I will keep seeking answers for myself.

How can you break the chains for yourself?

Please help me to see that my soul is not dead?

To find the truth and honesty instead.