i shaved the top half of my leg just to feel what it would be like to be unencumbered and as i scratched my sleep away, i begged for any sort of escape and now ruining myself is just a way i get around
now no matter how ugly it is, i feel myself clawing into my skin and pushing you out of me, just so you could get some sleep
and most days i have no excuse for how i have treated you but i don't want to talk, i just want to feel your hand on my hand