Yeah
An empty answer awaits
A call and response that will never take place
The sun will set on this day
Like my arms that are scarred from distaste
Casket carved out of self hate
Job-like in my patience of opening veins
Created for self wrath
I never mattered anyway
Frail spine broken and bruised
Now I'm stuck in this hospital room
Destitute tender abuse
I think I'm going to give in soon
Relief will vanquish my shame
As this sycophant carries the blame
Nowhere can feel like home
When who I am makes me afraid
Frail spine contorted and used
Dying to feel something new
Destitute tender abuse
Skin dictated by half-truths
(Scarred skin)
Draped in tatters
Die in vain
Every day is the same