Tasty, Tasty Tear-Drops Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Today I have decided— 
I won't provide any answers
No questions matter,
When I'm in tears, though I covet laughter.
I can't feel any emotions anymore,
At least, nothing that nurtures me.
I'm ready for what's been in store— 
Time to ignite this one-woman death purgery
A tragic ending needs to begin
Abomination— 
Of this entire nation.

My Being is a country,
And it's a full civil war.
I'll always feel caged,
Chain me to the floor.
I can't seem to seize this internal storm.
I can't seem to be thankful,
Solely for 'being born.'

And, I know I should—
That's the kicker
I know I would,
Except that my ticker,
Is smashed and smeared— 
Across my sleeve.
And, totally impaired,
Emotional tornado—I bleed;
and can't breathe!
Until this depression,
It's gone
Until it leaves
It stops testing me,
Stressing me,
Stops holding me hostage,
Arresting me

Detained
Restrained
Contained
Chained
Blamed
I feel so fucking Insane

I don't have much time
To explain the truth
It isn't the poetry
You should listen to
Instead, pay attention
Overlook my deflection

The 'Y letter'—the high note
The goodbye note
The ending's start
With a screeching reply note
Why?
Because life has no meaning
When there's only one part:

A Dead Woman Walking,
With no longer a soul, nor a heart.

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