I think I need to remove the parts of me,
that make me,
me.
I need to quieten my heart that aches so often,
I need to take apart my soul that wonders why,
I need to turn off the part of my brain that takes over,
I need to remove whatever part of me,
that makes my heart sink,
the deep ache in my chest,
that I have so often.
I want to be free of me,
I feel it might be a curse,
I would not wish it on anyone.
I think of relief,
and I do not smile,
I do not wonder when,
but I think of it.
It seems like the forbidden answer,
but forbidden by who,
myself or the world?
I do not actually wish for relief,
I just wish for peace,
to live not in pain,
to not question myself every day.