rip these skins  
  glued upon
    my pale,
paled  w r i s t s
    lined
    with trains of
    dried-up
    closed self-
inflicted  w o u n d s
    and smother
    me in air of
pretty  p h r a s e s
     that depict
     life and
t r a g e d y

let me out
of this *******
cage so
my fingernails
can dig beneath your
soft supple skin
and destroy your
i n n o c e n ce

you have the
  *k e y

we live in
a world of
   utter
        d e s o l a t i o n,
yet we still find
  ourselves falling
       down to the
      high
crests and
          pitted
waves
        of the
             o c e a n
    just
to swim for
   the bliss
that
            l i f e
   makes us
believe
          it has
    to
                o f f e r

trapped
suffocated
smothered

in these four *******
w a l l s
that i call

s e l f