I Haven't Met You Yet
By Natalie •
You are so fake.
It makes me cry.
Slash my wrists,
I'm going to die.
Dance with me,
Hold my hands,
Drag me through
The cold wet sands.
Eat at me,
Peel at my skin deep.
Throw me away,
Murder by sleep.
Push me over the edge,
I've had enough,
I'm already dead,
Nothing left to touch.