I'm not sure if I'm conscious anymore
I don't quite feel the same
But I can't take it back-
The words said, the things we've done
You like holding hands,
I can't take the closeness
I like slitting my wrists
You can't stand the scars
I hold back and take you
The substitute for the impulse
But you're not good enough
I must feed the beast that dwells
Under my skin
You're not good enough
A sacrifice to me
Unworthy
I want nothing more
And nothing less
Than myself
You won't accept this
You have no clue
How far down
This contemplation goes