Pit in my stomach

There is a pit in my stomach and I don't know why.

I constantly feel like I'm forgetting something.

You could tell me I'm dead and I would believe you.

My fingers keep shaking and the world doesn't spin anymore.

I'm an empty bottle that's somehow still overflowing.

Alarms are blaring to warn me of trouble and I'm ignoring them.

You could rip out my heart and I would thank you.

My lungs are bursting out of my chest and I'm choking on my thoughts.

Everything is cracked yet nothing's falling apart but me.

While numbness is all I have ever know, it still scares me.

I refuse to swim in the anger that keeps drowning me.

You could drain me of my life and I would still love you.

The shadows under my bed keep bringing me monsters and I keep befriending them.

If you could collect all my lies, there would be enough to walk to the moon and back. 

There is a pit in my stomach and I don't want to know why.