my impulsive-ness

My feet is cold,
my heart is sinking,
our site unfold,
and i stopped thinking.


My mind is racing,
but my body is pacing,
am spaced out,
i cant see and i cant shout!


The scream in me is quite,
i hope to quit
and i wish to sigh
with my heart rate being high


i am depressed,
i am suppressed,
i am opposing
my soul is decomposing.


Love cant help,
i puked it out myself,
i can feel my skin where insects crawling
i fight the urge to pierce my nail into body digging.