you asked for my being
handed to you on a silver platter
I put on my blindfold
pretended not to be the wiser

You tried to touch my soul
a tiny piece you stole
yet I am my own
my body to be used no more

I want to scream and cry
curse my moon and stars
in the end you were my saving grace
you didn't have to fling it in my face

Almost died once
still willing to live
my eyes are wide open
no one desires what I have to give

So here I sit
cutting myself once again
quiet the voices in my head
ease the pain of my broken heart

thank you for showing me the way
there is no heaven or hell
my eternal pain is enough
the world ends at my fingertips

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