I want to tear myself apart. Leaving nothing but my own thoughts. Intentionally sabotaging my own heart. Left with ought nots and oughts. If only it were that simple, I'd have myself disected, my thoughts put back together, and my life re-directed. Bit by bit, I'll devour myself. I'll put my emotions on a display shelf. I'll go through my feelings one thought at a time. Knowing I might not like what I find. I'm putting myself out on the line, for the sake of examining my own mind.