You’re whispering,
You’re begging to anyone who will listen,
save me, save me, save me,
into skin that isn’t yours
as if there was anything left of you to save.
You are seventeen
And twenty-six
And perhaps you have always been this hollow.
You’re whispering,
You’re begging to anyone who will listen,
save me, save me, save me,
into skin that isn’t yours
as if there was anything left of you to save.
You are seventeen
And twenty-six
And perhaps you have always been this hollow.