Open the curtains. 
Singing birds tell me "tear the buildings down." 
You felt blessed to receive their pleasant sound. 
The sound of things that break make you cringe inside yourself. 
Inside yourself there's a child counting stars in their time-out. 
In their time out of their day. 
In the corners of their frame they are encased 
in the losing of a grain 
of themselves 
pushed against the ebb and flow. 
Wave good-bye and watch it go. 

Well show me the honest/proper way 
to disarm predatory gaze 
that's sucking dry and never satiated. 
You've been misused 
been rewired. 
You're short-circuiting now. 
Just remember when you'd call me [bad word]  
take a deep breath, and then jump. 
So fragile are bodies, 
so concave, work in [bad word] ways. 

You shot from the hip and missed. 
Detaching from all of this. 
In physical pictures you remain, 
spiral 'round yourself in figure-eight. 
I recoil at every new beginning. 

I searched for a way out. 
Don't we all? 
An existentialist recall: 
turn in all dichotomies and [bad word] that I gave. 
I felt wrong in many ways. 
It didn't heal. 
It just got harder everyday to be still, 
to be passing through the throes 
in a daze, 
feeling heavy, 
feeling cold in my skin, 
in my hand-me-downs. 
I'm wearing everything thin. 
And the pills that you gave didn't do anything. 
I just slept for years on end. 

So if I call, 
should I beg? 
Because I'm desperate here; 
a couple steps from the edge. 
I can't seem to burn bright enough. 
I'm cold and I'm left alone. 
We're all alone. 
Grab a hold. 
I know I said to not. What the [bad word] do I know? 
I had a chance to [bad word] something beautiful and I choked.