Power with the twist of my hair
Hand grips hand, but I don't care
It snaps, a guilty high

Somatic, genetic, sporadic,
habit
Mind ticks over my flaws

My mouth loves my finger,
and they are dancing
but it consumes and I consume
and I'm aching and hurting

Self abuse, self amuse
These sores run deep
and I can't come clean
I love it I love it I love it too much
Snap on the wrist stops me

Yesterdays are just the freckles on today's clear skin,
and yet you cry and call them blemishes.
I would do anything, just to fit in
But what I give, no one will take.

She spins in circles, and sings to the stars
Iron weights are sewed to my skin
I could hurt someone
I can't lift off
I can't  even  stand up

A disease has got into my soul and it's killing me like the rest
I feed my own insecurity, self pity, I loathe me
Some body rescue

But no
I will not take another's hand for too many's bitten off
Instead I'll smile and say
    'I'd much prefer to sit'

I like the power
I don't like him
I like him liking me
And I think that's ok

None of us are normal
There is no normal
The standard deviation curve loses meaning when
human emotions start playing

How often do you get panic attacks?
What would you do for $100?
Your worst fear?
Worst childhood memory?
What do you wish people never knew about you?

If that stranger could see inside your head
You would be completely *******

We're all ****** up
In different ways, of course
It's genetically impossible for us to be identical

You want to hold me?
I already hold myself with pride and confidence
Even when your 'brothers' hoot as if the weight
of their words could trip me up.
The weight of their eyes tries to rip my clothes open
Just like sharks one sniff and it's over
Blood running fast doesn't tip their judgement
Yet still I'm meant to be the calming influence
over this wild animal when it is me who is being
hunted?

My crash at 3.17 in the morning stopped being romantic last week
And now everyone's sick of me, they want to be sick when the sun's up and not before it
I try to desperately inhale the excitement
Scoop the pill up from underneath your tongue
And just let me ride it

I'm not drunk enough to be myself
Let me grab another few
Been waiting round for hours love just give me that cue
And we'll leave, and we'll sleep
Or that's what we'll tell people as we attempt to crawl inside one another and bless the sky with our exaltations

He doesn't understand that you can
taste the promises that his last lover left
And if He were to take your hand right now
you would drift right through him
And every compliment that he ever gave
only negated the smallest part of what they say to you

And he states that you are safe in his arms
But you're not three and you know that he is
blindingly oblivious to the privilege he holds
In his skin, in his eyes that he looks so adoringly at you with

He doesn't understand that attention often makes you nauseous
But thats' not a thing to admit because society, you know
And so you sleep
You sleep with him
But you never sleep with him because
you won't open yourself up
Because if you did, the cracks could never be hidden again