I’m trying
to be a better person.
Trying to get some sleep
at night. I’m trying not to worry
to not always put up a fight. I slip up too many
times to count. But you always tell me it will be alright.
I know you hate what I’ve done to myself. Know
you shake at the sight. I know I’m
a disgusting little creature
but I’ll be okay if you
just hold me
tight.