Scattered

Dark Inside

I want somebody to be there.

I want somebody to open me up and look inside,

and when they see the blemishes,

they'll tell me, I'll be all right.

I want somebody to sew me up gently,

without trying to fix my insides.

I want them to be okay with everything they see inside.

My faults, my wrongs.

I want them to be okay with my hate, rage, and jealous feelings.

And when I say I don't want to feel this way,

when I hate myself every step of the way.

I want them to smile and tell me

I don't hate you.

I don't think you're a bad person.

I think you're normal and that everything your feeling is normal.