scratches

I can’t close my eyes without seeing bones
Every dream feels like a fucking home
I keep scratching at my chest till i bleed
Just to prove there’s something still in me

My veins look like train tracks gone wrong
Every cut is a chorus to a fucked up song
I hate mirrors more than i hate my dad
Cuz every reflection just makes me feel bad

Hold my hand while i rot in the sink
Blood in the water makes me finally think
That i’m not alive, i’m just meat in bed
Every “i love you” just echoes in my head

Fuck, i keep choking on my spit when i cry
Tell me a reason i shouldn’t fucking die
These walls know more than my friends ever will
My secrets taste bitter but they go down still

Rip my tongue out if i ever say “fine”
Baby, i’m rotting but at least you’re mine
Carve your name in the back of my throat
So when i stop breathing, it’s you i still choke

I’ll paint the floor with the parts of me left
Don’t call it “art” when it’s just a fucking mess
If i make it next morning just promise this shit
That you’ll burn my diary instead of reading it