we all know how it goes
the more it hurts, the less it shows
but i still feel like they all know, and that’s why i can never go back home
and i spend my life watching it go by from the sidelines
and god, i’ve tried, but i think it’s about time i put up a fight
so touch starved i fantasize about simply being held and caressed like i am precious . yet the idea of someone touching me is terrifying bc i feel so grotesque. so im going to stand in the middle of train tracks tomorrow