I’ve spent so much of my life
Trying to peel back the skin
And find parts of a person beneath
Hoping to make myself bleed long enough
To discover something that I loved
And I know it’s arrogant to think that someone
Would ever care enough to
Share what’s left of me
While everyone I know is too busy
Singing someone else’s dopey love songs
I’m trying to write a song to sing for myself
Even if it means I’m singing alone
Not every song’s a duet
Real freedom means having
No one come to mind
When you try to think of
Who you’d want to see
One last time before you die
Don’t we all want to kill
Parts of ourselves?
What do you think I’ve been trying to do?
I’ve been waiting for someone to
Witness my slow suicide
One half an hour at a time
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