Slow Suicide

The suffocating grasp of your claws has      
made my spirit too numb to feel the      
persecuting heartache the      
torturing turmoil and      
conflicting sorrow of      
all my failures      
     
The ferocious slashing of your teeth has      
made my skin too thick to feel the      
blistering anguish the      
flaming grief and      
blazing torment of      
all my disappointments      
     
The poisonous howl of your rage has      
made my ears too deaf to hear the      
degrading screeching the      
sickening shrieking and      
agonizing squalling of      
all your disapproval's    
     
Existing with you is a slow suicide    
   
I have nothing to continue for, for      
I have no one to continue with      
     
I have not anything, for      
I have nothing      
     
I have not anyone, for      
I have no one      
     
I am not anything, for      
I am nothing