outsourced self-harm
The attention I'm given lasts a second or two About the same as my gratitude For the friends that I'm surrounded by Before they slap my naked face goodbye I ask for it, I beg you to hit me My self-harm done with outsourcing Just to quell this feeling inside To confirm that a part of me died Tell me that you can feel this This slap on my broken wrist Let me rest and be at peace To cease this unending unease Lay me down with a gentle hand They'll never know that I couldn't stand To be with them and to be without Unspoken words from my beaten mouth