I cut my bones on other's skin, push back emotion; caving in. Wreck me, myself, get out of place. Forego words to save some space. Panic like no one else is here, I'm in the deep end of my head. I should care more, careless, but there's something blocking me from empathy.
I line these walls like they're everything I've wanted, and I forsake and enthrall myself to be honest. No cage can hold the sun in.
Case closed, get shut, like there's nothing more to do. I hate my arms, my sound, my voice, and I am sick of everything reducing me to failure. I can't control my moving parts, I would work better in the ground.
I am worth more than this.