The false me knows how to chain the fear,
but the lonely girl who is quiet on the outside,
is deafening herself with screams on the inside.
These aching memories feel the need
to whisper softly in the background,
casually reminding me that you are always by my side.
I wish these rain drops would was away the guilt
instead of drowning me in uninvited fear.
I was once protected by hunger,
as without the acid burning in my stomach,
I only had my thoughts to listen to.
I'm slowly beginning to crave that hunger again,
just to escape the memories that are clawing at my brain,
and sending me into turmoil with so much pain.
