I hurt so much yet not at all.

It's draining me alive,

yet, I'm not really alive am I?

I haven't been for a long while.

My body continues to pump blood,

it floods my veins, to my heart,

over and over again.

No matter how much I wish it to stop.

Please just stop.

To have a brain that insists on silence,

to be left alone,

to let the thoughts in my head run me down to bone.

And a heart that craves a hug,And a heart that craves a hug,And a heart that craves a hug,And a heart that craves a hug,

it doesn't need to be warm,

my heart just wants to be filled like a mug,

with warmth that isn't its own.

But thanks to my head,

nothing can fill my cup

So my heart remains a stone,

it keeps waiting for the day my brain lets up and leaves me alone.

But I don't want my heart.

It's too fragile.

Far too fragile.

It's why my head took control.

If neither my head or heart wants to live.

Then what am I still doing here.

I need to bury myself alive.

Maybe that would stop the noise.

The hurt.

I'm so exhausted.

Even death isn't a threat.

I wish it comes painfully and slowly.

Maybe then it would make the hurt I'm feeling right now make sense.