This sea of bodies
will always haunt me
when a ghost of a smile
hides tears and bile
or a fluffy sweater
conceals a farewell letter.
Yet you say you say you’re getting so much better.
how do you do this to yourself
you’re rotting, you’re rotting, expired on a shelf
wasting away.
day by day.
why do you go through this
your scars will never be kissed
unless you do it first
don’t want to see you in a hearse
you can live
you can live
I’ve given you all there is to give
it’s your job now
I don’t know how
how you’ll get better
when it’s sweater weather
and nobody can see your scars
or the pain in your heart
all I know is all I’ve ever lost
but you’re the first to stay so don’t mess that up