I speak of no hunger or yearning
I only write it and live it and breathe it
I keep it close, silent in my pocket
But it yells and screams and only I can hear it.
It returns and haunts me when I don't listen.
My pain makes sure I don't forget it.
But how could I when it seems like it's that all I can feel?
I live numbly and empty until it returns
And then I try to smother it and kill it.
That's how I know how alive it is.
This pain is my life and that's how I live it. |