There is a madness
Inside us all
That touches our surface when
we are this hurt
When we can't stop shaking
When we just want to scream

-To get rid of the pain is-

I need to be like Van Gogh right now
The only solution is to cut my ear off
So I won't have to remember your voice
I need to sting my eyes out
So that the image of your smile
is finally
deleted
So that the physical pain will
replace the eternal itch in the back of my mind

-To get rid of the memories-

Old Teenage Poems

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-makes-madness-bloom/