would you call me crazy
if i said i wanted to burn my skin off
would you judge me
if i wished to drag my nails down my body
fuck i want to chug some floor cleaner
maybe i wouldn't feel so disgusting
i feel like i'm covered in a layer of grime
one that won't disappear no matter how much i try
i'll always be dirty
from my sins and others actions
his hands left tattoos and scars
your words left claws in my brain
i'm so tired of acting like i'll be fine
and made to feel guilty when i'm not
i'll admit that i'm upset
i'll admit that i'm human
why is it so bad for me to be mad
why can't i fucking scream
you make me feel like i'm wrong
there's a word for that
i may not have a perfect memory
but i know i'm not stupid
i have others backing me up
so why fucking lie
rot
rot
rot
rot
like my teeth on the sweets he force fed me
like my brain has from everyone's words
like my insides have from starving
like everything around me is
fuck i'm so angry
