My hands are tied to my pillow, my scream
contained within its seams. I wish the red
in my eyes stopped burning holes into my skin,
with that blade, I touch so quietly. No one should
see me ripping myself apart, hiding from the world
with a cut or two. Slipping on lies like a coat that
promises warmth, I face you, your senseless eyes,
I know you want to help but what a fool, there is
nowhere, to go. Nowhere to breathe. Stop your
caring, all it does is fester guilt and though I am
used to that, I can no longer scream. My hair rising
like the tides, almost drowning the hope that was
left, I promise I am not scared, only scarred, you see.
It’s not your fault and that is the problem, no one is to
blame. Just a life I thought I could have called mine,
but those idols were broken in front of me, even before
I could play with those toys, my mother lay broken like
the one that had expired and dried. It’s not your fault.
You are here for some odd reason, though. Let me tell you
that stripteasing will do no good cause I
know you mean well but I don’t and I can’t care
so please just leave.