and this is just the start I took a look at myself but i'm like everyone else and i ache, oh god, i ache and so i took my scissors my needle and my cotton and started to cut away the bits that were rotten i cut it hurt it didn't quite work and so i take the cut from me and wrap it around my wrists and scream, scream then take your hands from around my waist and wrap them around my neck and squeeze until my face turns blue i haven't look this good in years and now i can't see what i'm doing i can't feel what i'm doing i don't know what i'm doing i don't care what i'm doing i don't care about all the things you say are real because i'm too self-obsessed to feel your splintered bones your aching headache punctured skin and swollen head shameful thoughts and shameful heads simple acts and simple beds like all that's pure is painted red these needs are better left unfed one of us is fleeting and both of us are screaming screaming both of us are screaming and this is just the start |