My skin is rough like asphalt,
I'm scratching at it
With my finger nails.
My hair is a mess of knotted
Together chains,
I'm pulling at with my hands.
I want to claw off
This prison of a body.

The inside of my skull
Is a series of shadows,
When you enter the first
It burns,
The second
You can't breath,
As you go on
You'll feel like you're
Swimming through molasses,
And collapsing,
And crying,
And freezing.
I hide in these shadows,
But I'd give them
All up
For you.

I want to burn myself
Into ashes,
Because I'm made of
What you can't love.

My hands are burning
Hot iron,
And you're made of fragile
Ice.

You cut toxic people
Out of your life
Like paper snowflakes,
I knew one day
It would be my turn.
If I cut myself up
Like a paper craft,
Carved out the parts of me
That hurt you,
Would you want me?

Would there be anything left?

How does it feel
To wake up one day
And realize
You're in an abusive relationship,
And know you aren't the victim?
Like dying.
Over and over
And
Over
Again,
Because you hurt them,
And you don't know how
To stop.