words cannot leave my mouth,
I just stutter on sentences,
cannot type,
cannot scream,
cannot fight this suffocating,
my own hands, like scissors, cutting away at my flesh,
my throat, a fairground for sensations and food to roll up from,
my stomach is a tomb for these feelings,
a playground for children playing with bloody hands,
nauseous,
nauseous I find myself heaving,
trying to put my feelings to bed at night,
but these feelings keep my eyes open,
keep my brain chatting away to itself,
this constant noise,
He, just smiles,
his curly head of hair just gleaming,
He has no heart,
to be fluent in love you must feel,
there are no feelings left in a body that is dead,
Yet I am also limp,
Trying to pump my body up with green,
but how can this chlorphyll bring me to sustenence,
when there is no breathe left in body,
Oh Lord,
May you forgive me for my sins,
and assist me in grieving this heinous heart out,
until I feel no pain