ribs are a cage and we're losing our boat

scratched out words in chicken dust

scrawl in a film on the furniture

abandoned doors slam loud

cripple crumple up and cry

kick the floor bang the windows stuff the covers in your mouth

scream like no one hears you

but it's too late and they don't

and you're a lonely mind now

wandering with a smile plastered to your face

real smile, happy smile

then smile like you're left out smile

then smile for no reason smile

then no smile for a reason smile

and slowly, though nobody sees

hole's burning back into your spine

thoughts trickle out like empty dreams 
strung on crushed hopes and in fake minds

a thing with feathers sits all stuck
inside the pit of your hollow stomach

and you can see the words as they bounce against your skull

hear the snitchy sound of thread sliding quickly undone

as your ribs fall away from your gelatin spine

and your legs grow numb

your knees elbows grow numb

and nobody sees

and all of a sudden the tapping the mapping

careful planning and manning the way you will run

it's all coming undone it's all coming undone

and you see it with each setting day of the sun

life isn't for you it's for somebody else

you can't handle the pressure the lost sense of self

your fingers are itching to reach for a knife

to take away failed attempt at a life

but you can't do it quickly and you don't want pain

and tears are a thing you can flush down the drain

and parents and siblings couldn't bear to be hurt

so you throw down the pills and get rid of the dirt

and you feel better later but wonder so why

has it been so long but you still have no high

hopes of anything, anything, of hopes high no

and you try to tie up short hair into a bow

but maybe the loneliness isn't to grow

and you aren't dying so play in the snow

and sleep eat and breathe it because that's all it's about

jobs they don't matter and school doesn't count

and maybe then learn to throw out the dead bolts

and re-charge the new ones, while the thing molts

and with feathers it rolls off the tip of your tongue

and onto the floor and behind it is flung

your dreams and your lies and your silent mind screaming

so you can eventually go back to dreaming

forget anorexia, self-hate and drugs

forget fearing midnight like alley way thugs

go back to living because that's all you can do

and stop holding your breath

ready, one, two--