I had to sit up to stretch my back.

      Starting to think I'm unfixable.
Always thinking unthinkables.

I'm sorry, I'm drawing a blank.
I say that too often, but I mean it always.

Always.
-to bring you up from darkness.
-to kiss your wounds.
-to drown in my own puddle of pity.
-to take a breath to soon.

And here I am.

My - own - little - slow - motion hurricane that rips - me - limb - from - limb as I cry and pry my - way - out - of - the - coffin that you have sown - my - lips - in...



I'm sorry, no.
NO **** that I'm not.
I'm not sorry that I yearn to love.
I crave to be loved and no one should feel as empty as me.
NO ONE!

So I'll give you the skin from my body to show a stranger that I give a **** that they live.
Then I'll slink away to shadows,
I will cleanse myself of his sins.