My skin shall open like soft words,
Like the book you don't read for school,
Or the gentle breaking of songbirds
When I stretch my skin, to see within
You say it's still not deep enough.
Melt into static,
My mind is erratic,
I won't try to let it,
But I'm far too dead hectic
Rust builds up on my joints,
Since they've been through a few deep red points
I feel pain in my head,
Feel pain from the led,
And finally become one with the dead
My room is too messy,
Nobody gets me
I showed you my cuts,
You said not to let up,
Said you'd seen worse,
Opened your purse,
Took out your lighter,
Pulled my hand tighter,
Ripped at my jeans,
Tore at the seams,
Broke up my heart,
Right from the start,
Stared at my wrists,
Forgot to miss,
Yelled out my name,
Still I'm the same.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 2:33 PM UTC
My skin shall open like soft words,
Like the book you don't read for school,
Or the gentle breaking of songbirds
When I stretch my skin, to see within
You say it's still not deep enough.
Melt into static,
My mind is erratic,
I won't try to let it,
But I'm far too dead hectic
Rust builds up on my joints,
Since they've been through a few deep red points
I feel pain in my head,
Feel pain from the led,
And finally become one with the dead
My room is too messy,
Nobody gets me
I showed you my cuts,
You said not to let up,
Said you'd seen worse,
Opened your purse,
Took out your lighter,
Pulled my hand tighter,
Ripped at my jeans,
Tore at the seams,
Broke up my heart,
Right from the start,
Stared at my wrists,
Forgot to miss,
Yelled out my name,
Still I'm the same.
