A tear falls to the floor in the tune of a dripping faucet.
Playing every reason you feel you don't belong here.
A bad night, and another bandaid trying to hold what is left of your skin together.

and you respond
"it's okay.
I have it under control."
You keep scarring yourself with the Devils words and pretending everything is fine...
But I can see the darkness through your brightest smile.
Please stop hiding yourself from me.
I know long sleeves are uncomfortable in the summer.

I know that razor is the only thing you can feel right now but please don't do this.
Not again.
Please.

Every time you cut into your skin my arm forms a scar, so that you won't be alone anymore.
And it hurts.


You keep telling me how you're a waste of my time and that I should be focusing on someone better for me.
But it's just time.
It doesn't matter.
Im not doing what time wants anymore.
limiting me to how long I can love you and I refuse to believe it has that kind of power.