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