;;;

I’ve got that pounding headache again,
when the world could cave in at any moment but I wouldn’t care because in death loud noises & busy crowds don’t exist.
4 days of weeping and sleeping, I’m emotionally exhausted.
I’m so small I can only take so much, feel so much.
The only silence I get is from you and your sharpened tongue.
It cuts deeper than a razor against my pretty pale skin.
So here it goes again,
I’ll cut my tender heart in two for you, I have no need for it myself.