stop, that hurts,
it\'s not my skin.
this isn\'t \"recovery\",
it\'s repulsion.
GO AWAY
I can\'t listen to this anymore,
I\'m shaking,
quaking,
terrified.
I just want you to hold me.
I\'m alone in a hazy world,
and I\'m done holding faith
in fire.
I\'m not being dramatic,
I\'m not writing poetry,
I\'m crying and cracking.
whatever is left of my heart
has been thrown in a shredder
or tossed to ravaging lions.
it suddenly went numb.
I love you,
but you\'re not real,
and I am unlovable.