my body shouldn’t define me
but my skin confines me
i’ve regressed back to who i once was
after becoming who i had always wanted to be
i’m even farther gone
than when i began
what a painful realization
my obsession
with suppression
who am i?
if i knew i’d change
whoever she is
she’s not me.
kurt was right,
So it goes.
holding myself together
controlling the one thing i know i can
out of control
blood on my hands
soaked in my clothes
good thing black doesn’t stain
this morning i left my heart in the toilet
and took my hollow shell with me
to face this ugly world
with a burning throat and glossy eyes
i always thought red didn’t go well with blonde hair anyway.