I remember feelings
I remember how much I hated how strong they were
how much of a hold they could get over a person
twisting and pulling you down
until you're on your hands and knees
wanting to shut them off, and sometimes you can
and its all good, until they return
and you crumble and fall.
Nothing good ever comes from feelings
they all cause pain in one form or another
I've come to find its easier to turn them off
because I can
they're like a light switch to me
all under my control
on and off
and on
and off
I mean I can't be suicidal if I can't feel the suicide
*right?