My thoughts are tumbling sheets in a dryer left without fabric softener, the friction of these thoughts is too much for me to handle. Get out of my head. Get out of my body. Keep those hands away from me, I don't want to hear that you're sorry- no apologies. Nobody stuck around to see if I could make it out alive but here I am, triumphant; give me my prize. You took that away from me and I'm reminded of it every time I hear the woods behind my house rustle. You held me up so tall and I've never wanted to be put down so much in my life. I can't even describe how I feel most of the time so now I just cry. I hear karma is a cunt and she'll shove nails down your throat. Then maybe I'm just as bad for crying at the end of your bed all of those nights because you never really held me close. You thought I was tainted and I am more so now than ever. I insufflate these pills and every time I catch a bleed I remember the way you cut me. You cut me so deep that I wasn't willing to breathe but you looked me in the eyes and said that I was going to be fine. I had two years of your infinite torcher and I don't believe anybody deserves the love that you'd shown me.
