My body Is a gaping mess,
Cuts and scars that haven’t healed,
Smash the cradle on the rocks,
Your baby is dead,
Let her be,
Don’t try to stop me,
Just lay the flowers on the grave and turn away,
Prozac won’t erase what flashes through my head when I try to sleep.
Unless you can quite what speaks in my head,
Don’t tell me you can help,
I can fly!!
The feeling of blood from my wrists is how I know I am alive,
As it runs across the floor,
I am, for once,
Truly awake in this long dream. |
