In my head.
In my ears.
In the place I cry all my tears.
There's somebody there.
Whispering in my ear.
Do it.
But I don't.
I keep it inside and it boils and festers.
The burning that can't be extinguished.
The cuts that can't be healed.
The scars that can't fade.
The desire that can't be ignored and yet.
I do.
