you make me sick
when you touch me
can't wash the filth off
hours in the shower
scrubbing
flakes
your lines unstitch me
why can't you just forget me
I spend so much time
numbing myself, prepping myself
just to get out of bed
dead skin cakes the sheets
I'm sick
I'm filthy
I didn't need a knife to reveal what's inside
leave me, it's not safe here anymore
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 7:09 AM UTC
you make me sick
when you touch me
can't wash the filth off
hours in the shower
scrubbing
flakes
your lines unstitch me
why can't you just forget me
I spend so much time
numbing myself, prepping myself
just to get out of bed
dead skin cakes the sheets
I'm sick
I'm filthy
I didn't need a knife to reveal what's inside
leave me, it's not safe here anymore
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