how much blood will seep from my skin
until you can figure it out with your
tiny mind that i am not yours to
use and i am not even my own
anymore and i am dead,
i am dead,
i am dead.
how many times will i kiss your
scars until i realize I'm the one who
put them there and what will it
take for me to feel something other than
the numbness i feel right
now?
how many more days and nights will i
have to endure this pain until
i just end it for myself
already?
you mean nothing to me
(i like to lie, i guess)