Butterflies and pills
Broken window sills
You left me here
With the wind
If I jump
Is it a sin?

I'm haunted by what they're doing to me
spraining my mind, making me lose sanity

my insides are hurting, searing and dire
I cannot breathe, my lungs are on fire

they engulf my soul with their lashing claws
no one else's hope will save me but yours

shadows are in every direction I turn
consciousness leaving my body to never return

I feel myself slipping out of reality
with the blade in my hand used to escape this brutality

my vision is obscured, I can no longer see
but the voices are no longer pursuing me

i very much enjoy the idea of us being one
it seems to make a lot of sense
as does the idea of you not being such a hardheaded *****

i very much like the idea of you talking to me
we could come up with quite the conversation topic
it could stir up a *** of friendship!
yes, *** the silverware, not the plant

don't you see,
what could be
if it became we

My stomach growls
so I get another cup of ice water.
Please,
let me feel pretty.
I'm trying so hard.

I AM SCARED
TO LOOK AT
MY NAKED BODY
IN THE MIRROR