rough, and very bad but that's how i feel...
knock a little harder
i don't have to hear what i don't want to
if i can't see it, it doesn't exist
here i am
the girl weeping in your nightmares
wrists slit, throat choked
and i won't stop crying
blind eyes, deaf ears
burned hands
blistered and peeling away
falling backwards, into my own pool of tears
and sinking like lead
lead in my mouth, lead in my head
catatonic, asleep standing
limp, expressionless
like a dead pet in a shoebox
a drowned body in a bath tub
I have drowned myself
you think a smile can make it better
a hug, a soft touch, or maybe a fuck
the body acts independent of the mind:
motion without meaning
touch without feeling
I am numb
I love to trap moths in a candle's flame
watch their wings shrivel and blow away
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
and good fucking riddance
I want to die, it's no secret
written in lacy scars up and down my arms
empty veins, hollow eyes
i'm a wannabe, a mimicry
It's all fun to play with wax
moulding little figures of ourselves
nuances of personalities
the indulgent burn of liquid fire on skin
then melting skin, melting away
peeling away our layers of identity
shedding like snakeskin
knock a little harder
i don't have to hear what i don't want to
if i can't see it, it doesn't exist
here i am
the girl weeping in your nightmares
wrists slit, throat choked
and i won't stop crying
blind eyes, deaf ears
burned hands
blistered and peeling away
falling backwards, into my own pool of tears
and sinking like lead
lead in my mouth, lead in my head
catatonic, asleep standing
limp, expressionless
like a dead pet in a shoebox
a drowned body in a bath tub
I have drowned myself
you think a smile can make it better
a hug, a soft touch, or maybe a fuck
the body acts independent of the mind:
motion without meaning
touch without feeling
I am numb
I love to trap moths in a candle's flame
watch their wings shrivel and blow away
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
and good fucking riddance
I want to die, it's no secret
written in lacy scars up and down my arms
empty veins, hollow eyes
i'm a wannabe, a mimicry
It's all fun to play with wax
moulding little figures of ourselves
nuances of personalities
the indulgent burn of liquid fire on skin
then melting skin, melting away
peeling away our layers of identity
shedding like snakeskin
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