I don't want candy colored pills
Or faux supportive smiles.
I want to be blanked in bruises
To limp when I walk
I want my voice to scratch when I speak.
I don't want red lines from blades but from your nails scraping down my spine.
I want my brain to be clouded from pleasure not pills.
I want heavy eyelids from *** not insomnia.
I want to pant and moan because I'm so ******* tired of crying.
I want the sad ****** out of me.