You get jealous
When I talk to your crush...

My own aged guilt rises past me in agony
Feeding off my own blood sweat and tears...

I love you dearly
Yet i'm so confused...

I marvel
As i see the bumps...

My mark of perfection
Speaks in slits on my wrists...

Your eyes bore into my skull
Trying to find a passion not there...

Through all the lies we wade through
How do we know we even exist...

Tears stream down my face
Their toxicity in hand...

It's hard to be thrusted into light
When you're predisposed to dark...

Look down at my friend so sweetly
Through tears of burning sin...

No words that i write
No song i can sing...

What i wouldn't give
To feel alive...