Instead,godchosefoolishinordertoshamethewise

I scream at the bruised sky but it doesnt budge
i cut another line but it still cuts
i listen to the whine but it still drones
still lie awake when sleep dreams of me
i commit suicide over and over again but the only thing that dies are my emotions
when it should be my skin that dies ripped from the inside out by a thousand tiny little fucking razors like the endless ocean
the endless sky.
but i can still reach for my necklace.
hanging between my breasts.
that my mother gave me a thousand lifetimes ago.
remember?