In your head

I have a vision of a giant spoon scooping out your brain bit by bit as you speak. Cause I'd figure, only a hollow brain could justify the decisions u've made. Then there were the recurring dreams I had where I tear you out limb by limb and then frantically piece you back together again when i realized how much I missed you banging on my pride.

This has got to be much easier. There are harder things in life. Like creating another human being. One who would actually stay, for instance.