I close my eyes and wish I was dead (and so, I must again write about you) because you only love me inside my head.
I try to calm down, but only see red (I know this is bad, I'm afraid of me too) I close my eyes and wish I was dead.
Some days I can scarcely get out of bed this is quite the hole that I've sunk into, because you only love me inside my head.
Why can't I think about anything instead? there's so much I still need to do I close my eyes and wish I was dead.
Something's wrong with me, I said Something they would never help me through because you only love me inside my head.
Out of this body my spirit fled, into the night, on white wings we flew. I close my eyes and wish I was dead because you only love me inside my head.
this is a rewrite of "Mad Girl's Love Song" by Sylvia Plath, one of my favourite poems. It was a really fun writing exercise, and I am happy with how it turned out.