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.