the cuts on my thigh
won't ever go away;

(i'd rather hurt than
feeling nothing at all)

it's quarter after one,
i'm all alone&i need you

now.

for everything that hurts;
all the needles in my wrists,
arms, inner elbows, and
collarbone; for all the heart-
aches and the sound of deep
heart beats in my ear;

when they say i'm going to
fail; that i already have;

i can't help myself.

(&i wonder if i ever cross your mindd)

(&you might not know it;
but i need you now more

than ever.)

(&you don't even know who you are.)