I have ink where my skin should be. You trace it with your finger tips every time you kiss me. There are planes and sky scrapers where the stars should be in this cluttered city. I pulled over at four in the morning Lit a flare & lied down in the middle of the road. I watched the sky fade from black to gray and back again. I counted the long faded, white scars on my wrists & my thighs until the morning sun swallowed me. You counted unread text messages as you sent them. One Hey where are you Two Please I'm worried Three Not this again Four I can't do this tonight Five Please don't Six Please don't **** yourself Seven I love you Eight I'm calling the police Nine Just make it through this night Ten Call me in the morning ****** sweetheart, I did it again. I'm sorry. I fell off of the planet. I melted into the night. Please believe me angel when I say, I'm not going away from here. I'm just going ******* crazy.