you still come to bed
in my head
when all things lovely only hurt my head
I can't look at myself the same
with all my mistakes
a miserable shell with nothing but a name
this skin
I live in
is only a place to hide
fairly responsible
for all my deeds
am I dead or just not alive?
we've grown weak
from this war beneath the sheets
and all our pride stripped away
you took advantage of the place I sleep
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