I hate the way you hurt my throat, don't leave me.
I hate the way you scar my hands, don't leave me.
I hate the way you make me keep secrets, don't leave me.
I hate when you don't let me go out, don't leave me.
I hate that I can't ever get away from you, don't leave me.

Please, just don't ever leave me.

When did the numbers become so important?
Why do these inanimate things begin to have so much power?
Constantly scrutinized, and measured by them.
Though they don't show the depth of our character
Or the things that make our hearts glow.
We reach for the right one never knowing what actually is enough.
Constantly measuring, but never enough.
When does it end?

I used to lose and
Think I was winning.

I used to win and
Think I was losing.

Now I'm losing and
No longer know the difference

I want to lose.
Every fiber of my being
wants to lose

I want to win
Not for me
for my family.

I can't win here though
I don't even want
to try anymore

Scarred Fingers
Rotting Teeth
Burning Throat

The price of losing {Winning}
The price of negative comments made
The price of winning {Losing}

Winning
Losing
It all  ends the same