It never leaves.
No matter how hard I try
to ignore the ringing
it sits in the back of my mouth
like the taste of the bile that I threw away
from my already empty body
My hands tremble from the fear
or maybe from the missing piece
the missing necessity
I try so hard to push you away
but no matter how hard I try
The noise never leaves me
But maybe,
I don't want it to leave because
the thing I strive to be
needs the horrid ringing
to keep me sane
To forget the taste because
maybe,
if I'm lucky,
I will never taste again.
