What is it that you can do, if

I take away the little-left life? If

I stand defeated in the mirror, if

I shut my door to myself…

What is it that you can do?

What is it that you can say, if

I scream out loud? If

I ask them to stay away, or if

I choose to be silent…

What is it that you can feel?

What is it that you have ever done, to

Ease the chocking breath? To

Palm my forehead burning in fever, to

Speak the hidden lies out?

What is it that you have ever done?

So, stay away you, stay away, when

I say it’s over, when

I say I don’t need your cover, when

I push you away… so far away…

So, stay away you… just stay away.

I’m talking to you

Yes, I’m talking to you!