a freudian slip told me that they could fix me and I believed them for sometime.
sat on the floor wondering why.
now I can't sit still in those situations.
always feel eyes over my shoulders as I try to curl in smaller.
I felt shooting under my skin, wanted to fix all of the parts and make them bend
weilding hate, I might just break, like you broke her
I was whittled into tiny pieces so you could forgive me.
so I'll try to forgive them.
I'll forgive myself.