it bubbles inside me. it burns my throat.
it turns in my stomach
and i am curled up on the floor,

lately it's all i can write about.
lately it's all i can think about.

it's funny. it's funny. he said,
'i can tell you've been hurt before.
i want to prove to you not all men are like that.'
see? it's funny. it's so fucking funny.

but these days i don't laugh.
i am too busy holding it together,
too busy trying not to scream.
if i open my mouth,
the word will come tumbling out
and i will not break this silence.