when you're gone it'll be easier for me

easier for me to cry at night, undisturbed and unheard

it'll be easier for me to pull at my scalp and gnaw at my fingers

when you're gone it'll be easier for me to fall into old habits

the habits that no one else cared to look for

habits that left holes in my legs and rips on my arms

when you're gone it'll be easier for me to tear myself apart

piece by piece

tear by tear

silently, once again, I'll scratch at my feet and stomp on my heart

when you're gone I'll be fine

I was always fine

just fine