Shatters

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 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 one another,

overtime will just erase.

That we'll forget of each other,

just because we're in different states.