"It's A Process"

pain ripping through my chest
disabling all but the most basic thoughts of despair
needing an outlet that just can’t be found

knowing it can consume my physical body
blinding my sight with tears
deafening me to all but my sobs
and the sound of echoing memories
numbing my skin till I can’t feel the touches of those I love

knowing it already has consumed my soul
feeding off the love that it’s made of
filling it with doubt and need
closing it off to everyone