I feel the screams closing my throat,
and my sobs expanding my lungs.
I'd like to take a knife to my neck,
and cut out my tongue.
Maybe I could reach in
and take out my voice box,
spare everyone my feelings,
and fill my stomach with rocks.
I wish I could erase the pain,
carve into my wrist
with a dull double edged blade.
I want to scrape all of my feelings
out of my heart,
and go back in time
where we could just restart.
That way I could be numb,
numb to you being gone.
I hate feeling so alone,
and writing all these dumb love songs.
I'm worried when and if you get back
things will be the same.
I'm also worried that when you're gone
everything will change.
That our feelings for each other
overtime will just erase.
That we'll forget of each other
just because we're in different states.