my heart is screaming
my stomach is upside down
my head is fluttered
somebody help me

your skin is like sand paper
rubbing me raw
you're words are like knives
piercing my soul
your eyes are like fire
burning straight through me
your love is like a rainy day
in a drought

I don’t know wether to go with my gut 
or to go with my brain

my heart is out of the question 
it has been destroyed and is no longer the same

filled with hollowness

silent from pasts screams

I think it’s starting to beat

and then I think “who am I kidding? we’re talking about me.”