I can't go on like this.

You're killing me inside.

Trying to suck it all in isn't very helpful.

Trying to build walls around my eyes
to keep waterfalls from bursting out
is no good.

I've tied a million knots in my throat;

I'm trying to swallow my misery.

That pot of mine is just boiling over.

Why are you even on my mind?

You shouldn't be;
but, somehow you are.

I know I'm not in your head,

but the thought of you is racing through mine.

I wish I could just shake myself of you,
and never experience that pain from the aftermath.

That pain has impaled me.

I wish I had never drank your poison;

but it looked so appealing...

so clear and free of Life's mischief.

Blame me for wanting to cure my heart's lonely home with just a little love.

Your poison is eating me up inside...
tearing me up, through and through.