3A

When your mind is barred

and your heart is steeled,

When your blood feels cold

and your skin feels dried,

Even through caresses

and sweet, loving kisses,

When your whole is thrown

into self-control,

When your life becomes

an empty mess,

When scratching

and clawing

and banding

and cutting

don't help,

When you strive for sleep

for what dreams you may,

When you imagine

90 ways, and smile,

When nobody even cares––

not enough to simply see

All the hatred you contain

for your simple existence

When they finally do,

it's already too late.

You'll soon be but a corpse

And even through caresses,

And sweet, loving kisses,

Your life remains the same––

Some young man's memories

I hope you like the title… It's thanks to Sarah. :-D