Suffocating, my mind filled with suicidal ideation,
Trapped, with cold hands that won't release my soul,
My heart and soul sink deeper.
Those malicious prosecutors won't let my soul free.
My eyes and ears drum with the sound of eyes that catch my breath.
A mirror and camera became enemies of my very being.
My eyes, once full of tears, now dry and empty, leaving my own voice dead.

Then,...