03. Coraline
I taste my spine, like scraping your kneecaps on concrete.
I’m not alive. I was born from the womb inside your mind.
You feel the pressure building up behind your eyes, cause you saw me crying by myself.
My coraline, my coraline.

I felt your spite.
you’ve unhinged my heart from my rib cage.
I’ve come undone.
My vessel, it’s turned to dirt before it’s time.
You’re throwing darts at my likeness hung up on your wall.
You’ve spit the venom you’ve reserved for all your past at me alone.

Tell me, why your lips they part to cry of wolves,
My coraline, my honest coraline.
Tell me, as your fists paint my skin black and blue,
My coraline, my fragile coraline.

Tell me, why your eyes betrayed the words you spoke
My coraline, my heartless coraline.
Tell me, as you wrap your hands around my throat
My coraline, my blood-soaked coraline.

“Romanticizing your mental illness is NOT a healthy coping mechanism”

03 Coraline

Kill Joy