I'm actually in a state of massacre
Already in stress
Though it's only the first few minutes

I can't describe what I feel right now
But don't ask why
Just don't

Maybe I'm a bomb, ready to explode
Or prepared to get into other people's business
so it doesn't spread like wildfire

It's contagious, and I want to help
I need to help
And thus, I need help

To assist and to aid

But the stitch is already open
The disease has spread its cancer from
the inside out

Stop...
Stop it.
Please

I'm breaking down
But I cannot cry
I will not cry

So don't you worry
This is only a poem, It's not real
Will never be real

And yet...I'll fix it, I'll make it better.
I'll stitch your wound
If you'd only let me