Thoughts that make me rewind

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The words fuel my mind,
Each question asked is not the one I need the answer to,
Rather it makes my anxiety soar,
The actual question I swallow down,
With those 3 words you kill me,
Sadly it's not anything that stands for love, it's the words that tell me you've moved on,
It's the memories scratching their way into my brain,
Clawing at my head along with the stress, they threaten each day to pour over and spill through my eyes,
Unfortunately like my words my tears fall backwards and add stress rather than release it, the gnashing teeth of taunts composed of myself, and my nails turn to teeth, Each trying to pull apart my skin, to see my rip into pieces before I explode