You're not going to like me when things get bad again
and things are starting to get bad again.
The scars aren't faded anymore
they're alive
they're slashed on my wrists scraped on my bones burned on my heart
I'm torn open and I am bleeding
I'm tearing at my veins
You think stars will spill out
You think the light in my eyes could resurrect the dead
I laugh at your jokes
I'm fine
I kiss you
I'm fine
I hold your hand
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm not fucking fine
I'm burning
No
I'm on fire
I'm locked out of my head. Locked out of every sensible thought.
I'm banging on the door let me in let me in let me in
Neither of us have the key
I think I shattered my bones
I think I crushed my ribs
I don't water the flowers inside of me anymore and they are dead
I wish I was too
It's not you
It's me.
