A burden in your waters I see you pity my wreck I don’t need you to weep tears I’ve already shed. And so the wheel turns, the cycle continues Waiting for another pitiful sailor Anchored where I am, afraid my boat may sail adrift into another sea.
I felt empty, Until I started to romanticise the depth of the hole I was digging. Empty is graceful. I felt empty, Until that’s what I wanted Now I feel replete, Glutted.
I’m coughing up sunder from the wreck I barely made it out of I’m bleeding from the wounds that I can’t seem to reach I’m suffocating in bricks from the castle you built for her But when she saw the foundations cave, you trapped me in.
Grass stains on your clothes Bruises scattered from head to toe the blood seeping out of your mouth onto the chapel ground is oddly reassuring Let me watch you bleed It is the only way I can tell you are still here Still human
Barbed wire conjured by my own mind restricts my wrists From opening the fridge door I have to be in control, That’s what the voices tell me. I can’t be without the mirror It reminds me that my ribs are too wide And that a number controls my life, not me.