Want

I just want to be real, feel real.
I want to not cringe at the sound of the cold, rusted iron as the wheels bearing a thousand tons comes crushing down on me.

I want to be real as the masks of the night lift and I’m raw with black pouring down my pale, limp limbs.

I want to be f*****g real with how hurt I am by ever loving anyone.

I just want to be free from those thoughts you’ve used to enslave the image of me.

Just let go of me, all of me so I can be real again!