Tell me what you think, good and bad.
I really want to grow and become a better writer.
Um, I'll add more during time; but I don't want to put like ten up all at once.
So yeah.

Inside by Me.

I’m hurting, couldn’t you see?
No, because I sob quietly.
I’m wishing that you would know
the things I know, the things I know.

Can’t take back the things I saw,
I knew it all, you’re not God.
I wanted to stay with you forever…
But maybe forever isn’t that long.

I’m hurting, couldn’t you smell?
No, because it’s a rotting inside of me.
It’s a poison I can’t shake off of my body.
Digs deep in the skin does every sin I’ve committed.

I can’t wash it off, but slowly it’s killing me.
I can’t cover it ‘cause it leaks out quickly
I can’t change it, for it’s inside of me.
But why can’t you just understand what’s happening to this body?

I’m hurting, didn’t you hear?
All that was dear, all I held near is gone.
It passed on, left me behind,
left me to whine and dine on misery.
My own misery.

Couldn’t you hear my screaming?
Didn’t it shake your ear drums?
Beat of the drums, beat of the drums.
Maybe it’s gone—silence.

I’m hurting, couldn’t you taste?
No? What a waste, disgusting.
To tell what I’ve done just wouldn’t be fun.
Shame, pride, everything died because of a word.

Bite it back,
I’ll nibble on words, I’ll keep my stomach full.
If I eat it all up, if it stays inside,
you’ll never be wiser to know.

I’m hurting, couldn’t you feel?
No, you can’t feel what’s not really real,
But if it’s not real, what’s now inside of me?

Fabrication, syndication
All an indication of longing, needy.
I’m needing for you to feel me.
Feel my heart stop beat.