hold me
i bundle my head into my arms and grasp at my hair
for a sense of self
i am alive
i am told i can function
i dont feel as if i can function
i feel dirty
i keep scratching and scrubbing at my skin
i can feel the hands crawling around my body
like a spider
all i want in life is to be happy
but such things are out of reach
why cant you just make this feeling stop?
make this constant torture freeze in time for a moment
and listen to my words
kill this pain buried deep within
my cries will echo through out the room
youll realize i am troubled
not worse than others
but in need of help
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