fingernails from tiny fingers are scratching at my soul
suddenly i find myself to be lying on the floor
i am waiting
i am praying that those tiny fingers don’t dig themselves a hole
and find they’re way inside my ribcage to colonize my soul
so i built myself an armored coat
made of all these things i know
to repel them from my soul
keep those tiny fingers out of my soul
but they scratched the surface
dug their holes
i surrendered letting go of
things that i once held so close
let those fingers build their homes
now i’m nothing more than a hollow stone
they removed my skin to let some light in
cut my bones and now i’m broken
wondered if i could’ve fought them
gave up wondering because what happens happens
gave up caring because what happens happens
gave up living because what the hell happened
i’m alone because they let me go just a pile of skin next to some broken bones
