My ribcage cannot hold my heart

within my skin

anymore.

Bumpy bones

beneath bleeding imperfectness

Try to focus on the beating

Don't finish my sentences,

you have no idea what I'm trying to say.

My ribacge cannot hold my tears

within my skin

anymore.

Salty spheres

spill violently from sporadic franticness

Try to focus on the breathing,

Don't condescend my choices,

You have no idea what I'm trying to do.

My ribcage cannot hold my blood

within my skin

anymore.

Crimson carnage

is the only promise I will keep

Try to focus on the flowing diziness,

Don't judge my actions,

You have no idea what goes on in my mind.

My ribcage cannot hold my sanity

within my skin

anymore.

Numbing nothingness

dazingly stark in the blank of my spine

Try to focus on reality,

Don't try to fix me,

You have no idea how hard it is

to pretend to remain sane.