I am ice, yet there is fire in my veins.

It burns, desperately hoping for release.

But it cannot be released, like one cannot release a dragon on a town, or murderer in a capital.

It hurts without regard, without remorse, so I cannot set it free, but instead choke it down.

Sufficating.

Drowning.

Drowning in potential actions, potential consequences.

Yet each word said only feed the fire, the flames, the burning.

I am ice yet, a fire burns inside trying to melt my exterior, inferiorly.

So nothing is said and nothing is done.

Beatings taken, lashings given.

All without a word.

You harp over how I will not speak, but do you really not see the reason why?

Are you really so blind, so selfish, so disillusioned?

Your existing is bringing me agony, but you don't see the damage you do.

You continue only beating me down further with your words.

Shattering, cracking, breaking what left of my right to feel.

So I ignore you with non reponses and delayed messages.

To try to find some semblance of control, balance, shield before diving once again into an unforgiven ocean of pain.

I want to escape, I want to run, but I cannot as there is an unbreakable bond that ties me down.

Forever trapped to be near you.

Forever trapped to endure what torment you give.

So I harden my shields and feeze my body, my soul, my heart so that I may still be.

I continue as the fires of anguish and rage only grow stronger hopelessly trying to contain what will cause the end.

I love you, but you hurt me so and it's hard to love what hurts so terribly.