I want to tell you everything,
Let you into my mess of a head but even I arnt allowed inside, for I am haunted by the man who stole my innocents, I'm worried I've gotten too lazy and I'll forget to try my best, taunted by this memory painted in the back of my head, an emotionless man testing my body, pulling every thread, I've hated ever motion, when people get close all i can see is red, afraid of being minipulated, I manipulate instead, blaming my surroundings for my insecurities, I think everyone wants me dead becuase of the sound I make when I'm breathing, but somehow next to you, I forget