The skin on my head is peeling off,
Revealing every one of my thoughts.
I feel open,
Exposed,
I have no where to go from here.
I'm lost in a world full of despair,
Every night I try to not pull out my hair,
But there's always something telling me to worry.
I feel so alone in a cave of open arms,
With places to go, lights to see, arms to touch.
So if you're reading this know that the space where my heart is hurts,
And that I never had much to learn,
And that the empty space in my chest is filling up with blood.
One day I'll get a knife,
Cut open my chest and expose my insides,
And show them why love is something that goes away with time.