shamefully hidden in skin
my bones are pins and needles
heart of television static
discomfort ****** upon me from first breath

take back my cage of flesh
it rusts around my soul
twists my fears into reality
trapped with my self doubt

i seek validation in your being
pray for our old infatuation
instead of this sick rivalry
who can suffer the most

wounds barley scabbed over
picked and proded until detrimental
intestines piled on cold concrete
stomach safety pinned together

rip open my world again
glide your blade peacfully through me
your weapons are welcomed
it's easier to be hurt by you
than to learn and leave