Shut my mouth
Hold in my thoughts
They do not deserve to be spoken. Let them
Churn, inflate inside me
Till they blow up within my skull.
I will clean up the mess myself
Like I always do.
Sometimes I can't help but explode
Every fragment of me separated
Limbs on the floor
Guts smeared across the walls,
Ashamed of how damn easy it is
For the wind to pick me up
And blow away my remnants.
