It's one thing
To be inconsolable
To feel guilt
and pain
and blood
and blame

It's another
To wonder
if your hand is hollow
To try to melt
through the glass
To see your body
floating down below
To feel terror
In an unfamiliar town
you've never seen
but think you have felt
and watch yourself be raped in all the houses

I can handle all the pain
But I'm so afraid
of flirting with madness
My brain,
my thoughts, clear thoughts
Are all I have