Inside me are wounds, wrapped up by scars. Beauty’s skin deep, but my insides rage war. Please forgive me, for eating your blues. Even though the words I scream in hate, are true. You’re so pretty when I cry. But I don’t think you realize. There is no depth left in my soul. I needed your love to make me whole. I wear my heart upon my lips. Kiss me hard, taste my sick. Disease roams freely in my veins; remember me, I am your pain...

-HMG