Sometimes I Wish

My issues were easy to talk about.
I always find myself choking up, trying to express my sentiments.
I feel like they’ll never mean anything to anyone.
Like, my words are empty.
Always mute.
Never amounting to what I want them to.
My fucking insides are eating away at themselves.
I don’t trust anyone enough to let them see me.
I can’t be naked.
Im fucking petrified.
but fuck. these bones are lovely..
the stories they hold.
the life they lead to.
the feeling i get from it all.
burning slowly.
fucking slow.

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