I miss the quiet

When my brain wasn't on fire

and I was still a person

My heart is open

so you tie it

Cutting of the circulation to every

nerve inside of my body


Saying goodbye isn't the hard part

It's filling the silence with my loud thoughts


Screaming at me from every corner of my bedroom

Echoing until it's return

and then the room is filled with silence

The sound of a pen couldn't even be heard


And now I'm numb

and the cycle continues


Self-destruct in three,



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