Stone

I've died in the inside,
Pain and suffocation have killed my soul.
It was once warm and beating,
now it's turned to stone.
Who am I to blame?
For no enjoyment, no glee in this life.
It's the creatures in it, that have wounded me inside.
Leaving sharp deep wounds
Leaving their mark
Leaving you with awful memories.
It's them to blame for my bitterness
For my sour face.
For my misery, suffocation, and pain.
So much pain in the air, I can hardly breathe.
Turn me into stone, as for then my pain will be stone too.