I wish I could rip out my heart.

So I wouldn't have emotion.

Maybe continuing to tear it apart,

Not losing any motion.

I wish I could lose the pain.

So I wouldn't have to lie.

Choose to without strain,

Or learning to quietly cry.

I wish I could help.

So I wouldn't have to feel.

Without having to yelp.

Not needing to conceal.

I want to be gone.

No one seems to catch,

Not by Death's hand drawn.

But only to detach.