I feed off of your emotionless nature
I’m busting at the seams
One is not meant to hold it all
Mine growing as yours remain to be seen
It’s too much, It’s tormenting me
It will soon explode and make you suffer
Swirling inside of me
Rage, confusion, and longing causing me to regurgitate
Leaving a mess no one can understand or piece together
Dig deep
Offer some relief
To calm this storm
So we may have a chance
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
I feed off of your emotionless nature
I’m busting at the seams
One is not meant to hold it all
Mine growing as yours remain to be seen
It’s too much, It’s tormenting me
It will soon explode and make you suffer
Swirling inside of me
Rage, confusion, and longing causing me to regurgitate
Leaving a mess no one can understand or piece together
Dig deep
Offer some relief
To calm this storm
So we may have a chance
