“hurt me like the world hurts god”

if you’re not a believer, turn on your favorite song then hurt me to the melody that’s causing your heart strings to snap; hurt me like roaring tornados disintegrating everything in its path. hurt me by severing an artery, let’s portray the fear we hide inside by painting with my blood. It’d make such a pretty picture but we’re all too busy tricking our minds into believing that fear is weakness and weakness is ugly

how many times do I have to burn your name into my clothes? your smell lingers, It’s the closest reminder of the places I tore down to make a home I never knew. how many times do I have to break my wrists? I still feel the way you gnawed on my bones, sharp words that you dug deep into my rib cage. I don’t want these cold hands that once held the warmth of being stable. how many times will I fall to my knees? dripping blood, pleads of forgiveness that’ll only be washed away; never heard. how long will I be afraid?