Would you use this scalpel as I'd tell you to? Would you dig a hole in my veins?
In this instance, right away, now please, get this disease out of me, you will hear no sirens, you'll only see the tears running.
In this instance, right away, now please, understand that the hands of my mind have turned violent. They shake me up and bend me until saliva meets bone and all I've eaten for dinner today is "fresh air", smells of petrichor, oh how can my mind not adore temporary starvation?
Please! Realise I do not want this, I do not want to die... But the doubts and fears in my head continously multiply.
Desperation meets bone, my current body is no home, not like any "home" I've known, and I wish I could "move out" but I'm stuck in this skin... please plant some seeds into me..
And then... Use this scalpel as I tell you to, confiscate my blade, make me stay,