I'm jealous,
Of the way you smile,
The way you talk and how much you are in love...
With her.
I know she loves you,
despite her knowing I do too.
It makes me sick of envy, how you flirt and speak so much about her, in a way I wanted you to speak about me.
It drives me insane.
I feel every wall and ceiling closing in, every breath gets smaller and smaller as my rib cage collapses onto my lungs.
As if barbed wires have tied round my fragile heart and slowly started to squeeze. With each thought of you and her causes more blood to pour.
Twisted agony in my stomach and the reoccuring ache in my brain.
I only want to make it stop.
