If every word you utter
Comes with a scratch on my skin,
Then I must be skinless by now.
But I'd rather drown in the water
Or hit myself with a tin,
Than to wound myself with your howl.
If the more you raise your tone,
The more I become deaf,
Then please scream your all.
For I'd rather feel alone;
Never to hear myself,
Than to hear your call.
If only there is a way
To stop the way I feel,
I wouldn't be writing this;
Nor would I even say,
And nor would I even feel
That I need to write this.
#3, Jan.2011
Sometimes I still mean this though.
