If a circle had corners
Would the world
Make sense?

If the ocean was filled with sand
Would the world
Make sense?

If I could watch a wall
Warp and crumble
From just one touch
Would the world
Make sense?

If food made us hungry
Not full
Would the world
Make sense?

If being awake was a dream
Would the world
Make sense?

If I could be with you
And you with me
And live in safety
Would my world make sense?

I see the blade smile up at me
And the feeling flood my brain
So I smile back
Letting the blood do my greetings

I dance to my music as I smile
Finally seeing the cuts I always wanted
As a kid
Finally deep enough

Ten your old me smiles up at my thoughts
Seeing as I completed her dream
To bleed enough
To stain my dreams

Put your hands on me
For I only have substance
If I have a body

Put your hands on me
Ignoring every verbal
And silent plea

Put your hands on me
A girl barely formed
Underneath a monster

Put your hands on me
Fully grown
And fully used to the memory

Put your hands on me
As you force youself
Onto me

Put your hands on me
And cover my mouth
If I dare to speak

Put your hands on me
And silence me with threats
Of being taken away

Put your hands on me
Sexually
But if I dont listen
Physically

Put your hands on me
Forget your words of love
Forget the words of trust

Put your hands on me
Abandoning all morals
And all inhabition

Put your hands on me
And fill me with love
For only your touch
Makes me always sure
And always secure
But you want more than just mine

I wanna write a poem about you
But everytime that I try to
My mind trails off
And turns the lines
Into sentences
And paragraphs

I wanna write a poem about you
But everytime I try to
I have too much to say
And too much to write

I wanna write a poem about you
But everytime I try to
I think of all the reasons
I love you

Then my mind spirals
And wanders
Until I'm left with paragraphs
And lines with no flow
That spiral out of control

I live in a place
Where being alright
And being okay
Can't be reality
Unless I step outside of my head
Out of the body
That lays in my bed
And float onto a cloud
Of false dreams
False promises
And false hope

I grew up inside choas
Abuse
And trauma

Every turn I take
And every turn I took
Led to a door with a demon behind
Waiting and ready to taint my mind
My body
My soul
Until reality
No longer seemed
To hold much importance

If you know me
And you understand my reality
You'll understand why
Eventually within my mind
I'll run out of time

Cut one
For every word
That went undone

Cut two
For everything
Done by you

Cut three
For all the things
You pretend not to see

Cut four
For when I
Walked out your door

Cut five
For every night
I slept with wet eyes

Cut six
For all of your lies
And all of your tricks

Cut seven
For every childhood wish
To go to heaven

Cut eight
For everything that you
Blamed on a personality trait

Cut nine
For everytime that
I said "I'm fine"

Cut ten
For evertime i was told
That I'd be safe
Tell me when

Cut eleven
For wishing
That I could die at seven

Cut twelve
For every truth that I told
Left and forgotten on a shelve

Cut thirteen
For wishing that I could
Shower on my own and be clean

Cut fourteen
For wishing that I could
Lay down on the grass all green

Cut fifteen
For every single
Forgotten dream

Cut sixteen
For all the
Broken seams

Cut eighteen
For all the times
I was stuck between

Cut nineteen
For all the happy endings
Full of lies on screen

Cut twenty
For everytime
You touched my body

Cover me
In your love
And put your hands on my body
With your lust

I cover me
In cuts
And put the blade
To every inch of skin

You let
HIM
Near the house
With no guilt
Or regard to me

So I remove his hands
From my body
With a blade
And no guilt
Or regard to you

You watch
My every move
When I leave the room

I listen to
Your every word
When on the phone with
HIM

You talk
Of letting him back
Into the house
Where safety never was

So I sink
Into this bed
Where safety left
When I was touched