spreads and persists
until you want to claw
your eyes out,
I bash my head against the wall
just to feel some relief,
I urge to scream and scream
until they lock me up
in a mental ward again.
They don’t understand me there either.
Traumatised and anaesthetised, I feel
I know you still exist somewhere
I gaze at the most profound paintings
listen to the most seductive symphonies and I feel
The only time I feel:
visualising a razor-blade tearing through my jugular gracing me with peace.
How I burn