it is not that you never say the right words,
that can pierce into my skin.
it's just whispers never lasted,
so now i yearn for my ears to bleed
and most probably that wont last either
but maybe
just maybe

and if not i hope i could die from it

i like to say
here is my soul
don't hate it
don't hurt it
don't share it
just feel it within yours.
because it is my soul
and that is all i have left.
be doused by the moistness it is surrounded by

somehow
somehow
if you cant stand it
don't tell me it