“Pushed against the window pane,
the nail goes right through me.
do it again, make sure that I’m bleeding.
I know that I’m bleeding, God knows i am bleeding.
pull me down the street then, by the neck.
must i die before you break me?
I believed he was right, I believed breathing was a right,
I must earn the patience, courtship, death; underfoot
you were the king of the hill and I’m the ladybug without wings.
no really its not always this way, we’re usually quite lovely.
Just give me twenty minutes, all I need is twenty minutes.
Just some time to get away; familiarity, sterility, normalcy, redundancy, for me.
next time you run, I run too.
Soothe me. No really, its lovely. Just hold me.
No more kicking, no more screaming, no more crying, no more yelling at me. “