I Can’t Do This Anymore
The tears I cry become the volley.
Yet, I am the worm drowning on the ground,
Trying to escape.
Do you feel
The throbbing of my eyelids?
Heavily pounding and everlastingly relentless,
Screaming for help?
That hide behind my smile
Whisper how they'll never leave
Until I die
And I will
That sweet release of death
Will come, and I want my father to sing
At my funeral