why
do you
look at me
with such perfection?

Am I ugly? Would someone please tell me.
Am I ugly? Or am I an *******? Or a monster? An Animal?
I'm so sorry, I don't think you should love me, I don't think--- that-

I don't think you should
hold me, closely, or you'll see
the bags beneath my eyes; that's right,
I was up all night worrying about you.

Does it make you
feel good?
to know
I am
numb.

I know
              deep down
                               like the bottom of the ocean
                                                                            or a staircase,

I am numb.






and it hurts so bad.





and I'm so sorry.






But I must be leaving-





nevermind what I had to say.