The ropes on your wrists are hurting mine.
Your crystal eyes pierce through my skull.
It's uncomfortable to feel with sweaty hands
So I don't want to feel anything at all.
I've never noticed this weight on my shoulders,
Or how dry my lips could be.
I want to say it's you,
But it's entirely me.
The cigerette burns on the film of your life
Are annotations that we've all made.
Side notes and conversations
About your body and appearence.
I won't let myself be a bruise.
I can't be a hidden scar.
I will never be someone to fear.
I will never see you as an object.