you asked me where the
little raised lines came
from and i told you
when i was little i
fell a lot but i lied
and i know you
know it
i'm just not ready to
admit to you i am
weak and fragile
i still can't fend off the
sadness and i still miss
people i shouldn't but
i haven't let the razor
touch my skin in
months and that's
got to count for
something