I'm just a little on the wild side

I'm just a little bit, dying on the inside

I'm just a little confused

stop wringing you hands

and nodding like you understand

listen,
I feel used

And I'm falling



Down a well




spiraling






to hell

and you think I still look okay?

and when I say



I feel





like I just take up space







and when I crave










the appeal








of a shiny silver blade

how can you still think it's a phase?



there is a lot of talk

the pull-it-togethers and it-will-get-betters

there is a lot of talk

about wanting-attention and needing detention

there is a lot of talk

but very little listening

and here's what you're missing:



I'm a little on the outside

I'm a little, dying on the inside

To you there's a ghost that's taken my body

a spirit a phantom that's making me starve

stop wringing your hands, stop nodding

like you understand

stop pulling me by the elbow

stop killing my words with yours

I just need you to hold my hand

and treat me like a child



breathe for

me

a

little



while



stop telling me it's okay--it isn't

I need you, not an exorcist