Me, Raw.

colder nights

my bones creak under the weight of my worries

my heart sinks with the I-hate-myself's that it carries

I want to say sorry, sorry, I'm so very sorry

that you were force to be born inside my body.

I know I am spontaneous 

ly sad and hurt and depressed

I want to gift my eyes some rest

and untangle the blackness of my mess

and

and

and it's so dark and lonely to be down here

alone and cold

why can't I do as I'm told, told, told?