i want to crawl in a hole and stay there
I want nothing more than for someone to see through me. rip out these glass eyes and stick your hands in my sockets, dig around and play with my veins. cut out my faulty optic nerves and put them in your pocket. a sorry excuse of an apology. I’m sorry that I can’t tell you the truth, the words leak from my lips to try and clean up the oil spillage pouring out of my interior. look at it and say that it’s beautiful in the moonlight cause blood looks black in the dark. say that you want to pick up my broken bones and meld them together again. I’m sorry im sorry I’m sorry.