I feel a bit of envy
for the bones in my backyard
The carcasses of things I've seen
won't tell me what they are
I only know the answers
To a few things in my head
And one of them is that one day
I'll have to end up dead
The thinking spikes my anger
And I don't know what to do
There's pain inside my mind
because I can't tell what is true
My fingers know the distance
of the space between my lungs
Because they reached inside me
tore my heart from where it swung
They used it for their knitting
And I gave myself away
In a bunch of handmade trinkets
But I'm sure I'll be okay
With a hollow in my chestbones
And an ache behind my eyes
And a hopefulness that's shriveled
till it's less than half alive
I'll claw out all my organs
If it means I'll find relief
Cause it feels like I'm contaminated
Full of grim and grief
And I'm hungry for solutions
But none fill this gaping soul
And I ask through my delusions:
Will I ever quite feel whole?
