Destination: One block outside of my head

The dead never stay buried,
Especially not in my head.
How could I feel so dark
When the sun is out at noon?
I feel caught; found out.
A delayed reaction, perhaps.
It's claustrophobic in this room
Like the humidity is crowding me in,
Acting for all the souls I've scarred,
All the friendships I've fouled.
Slow suffocation would be just;
Eye for an eye, or breath for a breath.
I didn't see this coming--
Blindsided out of complacency.
Just like them.
Just like every time.
Open wounds aren't attractive,
but here they are for all to see.
I wasn't much to look at before anyway,
so don't stop staring now.
It's hard to say goodbye to something
When you never had it to start with.
It's for the best, you're like the rest,
You can't argue with that logic.
Eyes front--
Don't look back.
I don't want to see that you never cared;
I don't think you want to see that I did.
Your skin can't cover what you've got inside,
Lips can't mask the monster,
Eyes can't disguise the disease,
Hair can't hide the horror.
I've run out of forgiveness,
What about everyone else?

*dm*