What kills me will be myself
My soul is etched into my bones.
I ponder the day I lay in a grave
With all my thoughts, alone.
I am the words I have no words for
All my emotions, written on skin.
Sometimes I feel paper-thin
And I think I can’t feel anymore.
I feel so deeply it hurts me
Sit on my floor, thoughts abuzz
Disconcerted, my head to the wall.
I see the parts of me no one else does
And I love myself anyway, all.