You asked me if
I was sad on purpose
when I'm just a carving block
and your fingertips blades.
and my flesh is another
layer you could break through
so you did.
I had to find out bed sheets are really just
a veil of innocence when lifted looks
like regret.
I am a shallow grave
that you dug
knowing I could
never dig myself out.
and you asked me if
I was sad on purpose.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
You asked me if
I was sad on purpose
when I'm just a carving block
and your fingertips blades.
and my flesh is another
layer you could break through
so you did.
I had to find out bed sheets are really just
a veil of innocence when lifted looks
like regret.
I am a shallow grave
that you dug
knowing I could
never dig myself out.
and you asked me if
I was sad on purpose.
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