Can't write- words won't come.
Why did I leave? Why can't I go?
Where?

Can't quit- brain won't stop.
I gave it up. I ****** it up.
Why?

Just leave- go away now.
It was too good. Just wasn't too real.
What?

Don't know- can't describe it.
Just a feeling. It hurts so good.
How?

Like pins- sharp, tiny ones.
Poking here, there. Pricking everywhere.
Oh.