I feel as though,
My skin is too fresh,
But I don't want you to leave me.
All I want,
Is to break through my flesh,
But without you, where would I be?
I feel imperfect,
But I know you'll tell me otherwise.
So I push the thoughts away.
And maybe,
I'm telling myself lies,
Just so you'll stay.
I want to feel,
A rope around my neck,
And have it all be through.
I don't want
You to know I'm a wreck,
And I don't want to leave you.
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