As a child I was told, after 10 years your skin regrows completely anew
The part that’s sad
Is it’s only been 2
I sit praying to nameless god
Please be true
Like the death card, skin shed
Only skeletal remains
Maybe if I scrub hard enough
new cells will come soon
You were a friend
To Whom had my trust
all thrown away
Because
You thought me breathing was enough
I want to hate you, but I have to let go. Maybe with this out here, you’ll quit plaguing my mind