im so sad
im so sa
im so s
im so
im s
im
i
im
im s
im so
im so f
im so fi
im so fin
im so fine

No,

I don't want your filthy hands caressing my curves.

Please remove your hands from my chest, you're hurting me.

I am begging you, don't take away the only innocence I have left.

No, I don't want you on top of me, you're crushing my fraile body.

Stop it.


Get off of me.


No.


Please.



Shouldn't these pleas be enough for you to stop?

don't waste your time on a broken butterfly like me,

when you can have a blossoming caterpillar like her.

i just now, fell worse,
just a scrape of a blade

let tears fall to my cheeks
that didn't damp for months

the rain from my eyes
that shouldn't have came today

for the pouring sorrow streaming down my face
pushed me into a dreadful relapse.

for the relapse washed away my months of broken efforts away
with my tears.

my cries of blue
and my arms of red
my efforts are broken
and better left unsaid.