" I want to pull me up and lick my wounds with my old sandpaper tongue and I need to try to stop lying need to rip my throat out, and shove it back again so i can swallow my acid spit
and breathe in my words, my thoughts and reason the reasons why I'm such a fucking face in the bushes
and all these times I never told my mother, that I want to die, that I've wanted to cry my whole fucking life
and all these times I never told my father, that I was made a pretty girl, but shit got fucked somewhere down the line
I'm trying so hard to be someone I can love but it's so difficult
when I'm stuck making others happy, but I still feel selfish
sometimes I just need to place my temple on the asphalt and slow my breathing til it stops listening to the purr of cars like a fox in roadkill