I am my own
I have no trust
Or mercy memory
Everything hurts
When I feel it
Everything covered
With harm
Pushing me
To wear my face
Too fragile
The secret shame
I feel more than
You ever will
I swallow everything
About me you want
And strangle your desire
Before it comes for me
I come bearing knives
Daggers and poison
On my lips
And ask do you love me?
Am I your suicide fantasy?
I am not the way or the one
I am not your project
Of shameful conversion
I am lost but not to myself
I am my own |
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