I don't feel my ribs,
and I can't feel my chest.
I'm just going to keep hidden from the rest;
rest of everything.
Oh, but I do feel something, actually.
The hard swelling of my heart.
The dwelling of what I think is a soul.

He had given me some bittersweet stories.
All spoken of him leaving.
He says he always misses me.
He says that's why he has to go.
The void keeps growing.
Every night it's tearing at my chest; a hole.
And I'm trying to come up for air.
I'm trying to take control.
I'm not listening, and I'm not fine.
I said "you're not from this planet."
But really you're not from mine.
Like a beautiful supernova.
Something too heavenly to keep in.

Hello, are you the one?
The one to see me through?
I am a missing person.
I linger in your bones.
I fit in your skin.
I swear I do, I fit right in.
Bind me from doing harm
to others, but never from myself.
For I am nothing but a bundle of flesh.
And I am slipping away.