I’ve been waiting to tell you
That I give up,
But I still can’t find the words
To let it all out
And as I look down at myself,
A skinless man,
I wonder if you would
Care to send
A letter of trust
To whom you pray to
And whisper a message
To someone you knew.
Would this be any easier
If I promised to
Let go all the sorrow
And make haste for you?
I’ve been telling myself there’s
Too much to lose,
But everyday something else
Disproves this ruse.
Can’t even look in the mirror.
I’ve lost this, too.
But, I still carry this
All for you,
A letter of trust
To whom you pray to
And whisper a message
To someone you knew.
Would this be any easier
If I promised to
Let go all the sorrow
And make haste for you?
Maybe someone would tell me
Everything’s okay.
Maybe there’s someone who sees
Something in me.
But, I can’t wait for this.
For everything is tearing up.
All my words and images
Torn and wearing in the sun.
So, set me down and I’ll
Never make you listen to
Anything…
Anything…
Anything again.