times that i feel like skin ties me down too tight
times i know that the things i want to do
will be worse than my own undoing
times that i know i could call for help
and never, ever would accept any
times like these when i see how broken
worthless is this me that's mine
times like this when i wanna hold a hand
but know it would break in my need
visions of the cool underside
places to hide
i've gone too far again
left no paper trail
i'm lost
but repulsed by the idea of being found
i don't know
how
what
when
where
the only thing worse than being this would be to never find it again
in love with pain
a constant remorse
my paramour
how glamourous i dress these leaking wounds
how tired you must be of this same tired tale
i'm sorry
it will happen again
