Humanity

Weak. Useless.
Flesh and blood are the chains that hold me down.

Emotions drive me mad.
Chemical torture devices that I cannot escape.

Nerves upon nerves.
Feeling everything at once, overloading, too much to take in.

I am no longer myself.
I see a stranger with a voice grating in his head, screaming, about to burst.

A whisper among the wails
of a way to numb the pain.
Nails tear through my heart and lungs.
Blood and breath are not what I need now.

I tear free of this body, this mass of nerves and emotions
and tissue driving it all,
And I see myself before me.

Weak. Useless.
Afraid.

All of the things I no longer am.
All of which I no longer have use for.

I take one last look
and I am gone.