Poetry: Ichor

I can't contain these emotions
These thoughts swirl loudly in my head
My heartbeat is a drum banging in my ears

I can't
I can't
I can't
I can't

I can't handle this
It's too much
I'm not enough

My pain is all too real
My pain is all too hidden
My pain is all too personal

I can't
I can't
I can't
I can't

It needs to be visualized
It needs to be expressed

Then it'll be your fault
For not noticing
And it won't be my fault
For not telling

I can't
I can't
I can't
I can't

The knife digs in
The pain is a release
The liquid pools

Nothing is more beautiful to me
My body is now as weak as my mind
I am one with my torment