what tomorrow brings.

vii. dead inside.

vii. DEAD INSIDE.

it was late the night you carved me out into the person i never wanted to be. a nightmare bare, undressed for you to see the darkness hidden between frail bones. you saw the sadness in me that shouldn't have been there, growing like mold from the bottom of my heart. dead buds and thorn covered vines wrapped around my ribcage, bruises that never faded from past lovers still stained what should have been seen as beauty. lacerations dented their way into veins, barely functioning for the poison had finally seeped their way through. i reached into the depths of my sockets, pulling out my eyes for you to see that the lighthouse behind them had been burnt down. i ripped open my throat, pieces of swallowed bullets still stayed tucked in corners, poking at arteries just for the fun of it.

i pulled myself apart for you so you didn't have to in the end, so i guess i should stop blaming you for never putting me back together when you never asked for it.