GhostSlayer

Is my shirt

Too short

For you?

Is it

Too revealing

For you?

Is it

Too tight

For you?

Is it

Too low cut

For you?

Should I

Change

For you?

Cover

Where light touches you 

I see every little crack in your lips, 

and every tiny hair on the side of your face 

I see every single cell of skin, 

I write with a knife

It cuts into my heart

Spilling it onto the paper

My emotions

My thoughts

Painted with blood

Once I start

There is no stopping

I bleed

Begging for someone

Maybe I lost it one day.

Maybe I was tired of taking it.

I was put in a horrible

Toxic

Situation with horrible

Toxic 

People.

There is no out.

I have no choice but to survive the year.

addressed to everyone i call my friend

I want you so badly it feels like my heart will crawl out of my ribcage and run to you. 

the more I attempt to resist, the stronger it pushes -

until all my ribs will crack in unison and it'll make the sound of your name