I am backed up into a corner
I am pressed against the wall.
"We were trying to warn her
that she was about to fall."
I am trapped inside my torso
ribs like prison bars
"if she listened, more so
she might not go so far."
I am suffocating in my bed
the sheets my untimley death
"theres a voice inside her head
raping her last breath."
I wish that I could talk
I wish it made a difference
but you just stare and gawk
don't even make an inference.
Little cuts are all I need
little cuts to get me by
"you take and take but do not heed
the wounds that make you fly."
This is the last time I promised them,
i know i wouldn't lie
"shes a complicated femme."
but at least I know I die.
I am backed into a corner
I am pressed against the wall
"she didn't listen when we warned her
that shes trying to fall."
 
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