_laying in a bathtub full of freezing water, wishing you were a ghost_
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Is it so much to ask for...
that when I am down that someone will not criticize me, be irritated at me, pretend not to notice, or try to help just for the sake of saying, "I tried?"
You're why I am not direct anymore--my metaphors & words go into the air. Seems like everytime I explain myself, I feel worse. YOU don't even know who you are.
You're my poison & I drink. Therefore I'm slicing myself with this shiny object to let it all out.
THIS IS WHERE YOU'LL COVER YOUR EYES--WHEN I AM AT MY MOST VULNERABLE, MOST BLOODY, MOST DEAD.
Is it so much to ask for...
that I be sent someone who understands?
that someone will hold me?
that someone will make me feel safe in my skin?
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