how can you affect me so quickly
it makes me feel sickly
inside, weak
I try to hide it
but its too late, I've already revealed
who I am, I can't conceal
because it's just a waste of time
to try and rewind
all that I've said, all those things inside my head
that I told you instead
of keeping it bottled-up
it feels like you want to rup-
ture-
me-
you tear through me with your knives
and your lies
it rips me open inside
and I just can't decide
what it is you really want from me
anymore
so I keep opening this door
when you slam my fingers upon it
why does my blood run down your hands
and not my own
maybe I really do know
somewhere, someone knows
but not me
no,
obviously not me
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