Missing me in words

I write down words
I feel inside
I try to rhyme
And not to cry
I go back and alter tiny bits -
What does this mean?
Where does this fit?
Then I remember where I'm headed,
These lonely nights,
I am embedded.
My soul is dry, my skin is weak
I feel a rush come over me
Yet more like venom in my veins,
the sky above me always rains.
I could rip out my heart.
I could leave her to bleed.
Yet, caged like a songbird
She still won't be freed.

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