If I ripped out my brain,
would it stay with me now?
would it run and find a better body somehow?

If I tore out my lungs,
would I still breath fresh air?
would I suffocate myself in a corner somewhere?

If I carved out my heart,
would you ask me to stay?
would you try to hold and love me someway?

If I stitched up my wounds,
would I sleep well at night?
would I cry when I see my scars in the light?