Do you see these eyes?
They were made for seeing
through all the false love.
Do you see these hands?
They were made for digging up
the truth that you buried.
Do you see these feet?
They were made for running
away from myself and the world.
Do you see this heart?
See all the scars inside?
They tally up the lies told to me,
telling me I'm worth their attention.
Those cuts count the moments
that I’m stupid enough to think
that I’m okay.
There are millions.
A cut for each second
that goes by.