The mellow soft voice
echoing inside you
the cutting knife of
self critism
internal hermoriging
you drown in your own 
bodily fluids
the crush of the weight 
of the world
on your back
you ask why
why you
why you are
why you are such
why you are such a wimp
you fall down before the fear of the fight
if you stand it could cost you the energy
that you need to breathe
but is breath worth taking in if you are
to continue like this
you flow down the street into the grate
swimming in the fear afraid to stop
the world whirlpools around you
you head pounds within from your own pluse
you pray for the end
feeling helpless hopeless homeless
the undertow draws you down
alone you cry out in the crowd
but silence is your only voice
the words shout in your mind