I bled so much last night, and you said “go to sleep” like giving up was an option. Sometimes you act like you don’t know me at all. And I try to talk but my words bounce off you like a barrage of confused poetry. I am so many incomplete thoughts. Wasted skin and crooked bones…….an empty heart like mine does not make a good home. I thought filling it with you would count as being loved, but I’m giving up, and doomed to be alone.
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