I Try To Kill My Feelings

Undercut and overwhelmed with once in a lifetime feelings each death totally new, unlike any other, not even halfway a blade of hurt cut deep into my chest like a channel blue blood instantly changes red, irritating me. I try to kill my feelings, before they kill me. Pleading to be exchanged. What about me for her? Grim Reaper does not turn around or acknowledge, Busy marching his stunned victims to Neverland I fall on my sword, but find it was worthless plastic Hurting no one not even me She’s in a much better place, someone says Another throws out something equally stupid. Her place is here, next to me, with her mother. She was not ready I wail and keen. I want to bite them To rip them apart and masticate them with my teeth. I want the world to suffer, because I am.