Why do you act like that
Why will you not react

Why now, do you turn away
Why, you know I want you to stay

Why can't you look at me
Why is it you loathe what you see

Why have you become so cold
Why believe what you've been told

Why would you ask me to go
Why, what is it I don't know

Why not shout and say it aloud
Why do you have to be so proud

a soft spoken voice always appears
when i’m at my breaking point
she whispers in my head
“take one more, it’ll be worth it”
i try to ignore her but she only gets louder
more aggressive
“you know you want this”
“you don’t want to feel”
“let me help you”
“i can take the pain away”
so i’ll take three more
in the hopes of you disappearing

i’ve built so many walls around my heart that i willingly break for you.

I cut off my hand
to put in a bouquet
that you didn’t keep