Would you understand a feeling you never felt?
There are different types of sadness
Multiple reasons to shed a tear
Uncountable causes to flush into sobs
And still you want to know, you would like to understand
But even if you did, you would not
You are not in my head
And thus you find it easy for me to run away from a monster
The monster is a tick
It plunges it's way through your brains, parasite
Eating your nerves from the inside out
Till you don't feel anything anymore
A slap on the face is a poke on the shoulder
Sweet words taste like sand paper, just like another thousand curses
Sand paper, cardboard
You could crush my head between two rocks
Bath in the midst of my red blood
And still I would laugh at you
Not a genuine laugh
A static laugh, lifeless
My blood would giggle
My smashed eyes would stutter
My teeth would dance in a circle
And my scorched lungs
Would squeak and squeak
Till both of your ears go numb.  

The monster still hides beneath a pile of broken bones
Lift one here, another there
The world stops spinning
As you narrow your eyes against the glare