if you knew about the deep wells inside me -

the holes where people used to fit

the house-shaped dent where home once was,

you would leave me be

truthfully, i don’t know if there’s a cure for people like me

i don’t know if a get a happy ending

and i’m wondering if i’m supposed to feel this way forever

or if one day it will tip over and spill out of me, unconquered

i live every day not really knowing

if the next time you see my body, it will be cold and pale

so let me curl up in my bones and hide

there is no room for you in me