My lips are raw and bleeding
From gnawing away at them
in worry
This isn't worry for me,
This is worry for you.
Worry for how I can't help
When it seems to be needed most.

My lips are raw and bleeding
It's stinging
Not for me
But for you.

Bees follow me
Buzzing insistently
In my ear
As my world fades to black.

I'm fainting
Not for me,
But for you.