I want to have someone who will tell me when I'm not myself.
When I start saying things that I don't believe in, stop me.
When I scream about how I don't give a **** about anyone, quiet me.
Because you know that I love everyone way too much.
Don't scold me when I'm drunk, ask me why I got here.

Please don't drown me in sweet words, kiss me with truth, and remind me of who I am when I forget.

Please tell me that you believe me, because I am drowning.
I cannot live life knowing that she believes a lie.

Please tell me that you believe me, because I am not ok.
I am the one walking with stabs from a knife that I was accused of throwing. I just happened to step forward at the wrong time, so here I am:

Like a picture or a painting that people look at with tilted heads and squinted eyes, I was pressed to a wall; framed.

If the skin on my hands got thinner for every time I let a boy hold them,

I'd be bleeding. Torn to the bone.

If I had kept my hands to myself like a secret, then I could've held you

Without staining you with my past. Now I'm alone,

And I'm sorry. I would offer my shoulder, or the bend of my elbow

But those edges and parts of mine are worn down, too.

I stand in front of you, barely together; a corpse.

I understand why I am not considered at all, but I beg to be healed

Just to be considered by you.

You are as transparent as cement.