It's like you want me to die.
You wrap skinny fingers
Around my head
And squeeze,
Nails break my skin.
You chill me with a glare.
Hateful.
What happened to that warmth?
You stick fingers down my throat.
And make me spit up everything
I didn't want to say.
Just hold me again,
Don't put this pressure in my brain.
Don't make me forget my own name.
I'm one in a million
And that's pretty scary.
Lost for a lifetime.
A splintering memory.
