"Do I Have Worth?"
At home in a bubble room Made of broken faces and dying voices Safe, unharmed, walking the knife's edge Balancing on a single foot Blade digging deep Slipping on the blood/ Holding on No, I tell a lie The knife lies buried in my abdomen The bubbles fall red-tinged From the whispers of my lips Don't flirt with danger But danger is none but folks Normal/ Passing me on the street Folks I reach out to touch Eyes wide in disbelief My fingers pass right through them My words float past their eyes I am impossible/ We We are impossible and know it How can deserving live with the nonexistent? How can a scream change the world When it dies on its way to my throat I hunger for your false words They don't understand why a lie Would be worth more than nothingness I hunger for everything that cannot be mine I weep for what does not exist I r...