you make me go to sleep
I can't believe
I hate that you know
where I sleep
I want to tear away
the skin of my face
break my bones
I'm so wrong
to keep wanting
to let everything go
now everyone sees
what I see
It gets harder to breathe
my veins feel weaker
as I move
I don't speak my pain
so where does it go
the pit of my stomach
or the far end of my throat

asking myself
what do I live for
who do I live for