Frail

Yeah An empty answer awaits A call and response that will never take place The sun will set on this day Like my arms that are scarred from distaste Casket carved out of self hate Job-like in my patience of opening veins Created for self wrath I never mattered anyway Frail spine broken and bruised Now I'm stuck in this hospital room Destitute tender abuse I think I'm going to give in soon Relief will vanquish my shame As this sycophant carries the blame Nowhere can feel like home When who I am makes me afraid Frail spine contorted and used Dying to feel something new Destitute tender abuse Skin dictated by half-truths (Scarred skin) Draped in tatters Die in vain Every day is the same