The skin on my wrist feels sensitive
As if just a brush of my finger could cut it open
And let lose the emotion that I have built
In my chest that is screaming to get out
And I could cry an ocean if it wouldn’t cover
My desk and distract me from work that I despise
And I could sleep for eternity, never blinking
My eyes, never seeing the light if it meant
I didn’t have to deal with the burning sensation
In my pupils as they try to expand and contract
And take in my surroundings that seem drab and
Gray on days like today when it’s cold out but
My heart is colder and I’m freezing to death
No matter how much warmth my sweater provides
How do you heat up an empty shell of a girl who
Despises the sun and prefers the rainy nights to
The broad daylight of the afternoon and hides
In darkness