Babbling Screams

I live in a world of babbling screams,
The warm sun on my skin, the cold chill in my heart,
It is now that I need you but I’ll not tell you that,
You are supposed to realise as I push you away,
That my soul is aching for a caring embrace.
Every time I hurt you with acid-tongued scorn,
Every time I ignore you and show I don’t care,
I’m just trying to punish myself.
You can’t let me in, ‘cause I won’t let me out,
I’m withering inside this husk I created,
Alone with my babbling screams.