Desperation

I am lonely, and desperate.
I am crying, and fumbling.

Will you please hold my hand?
Will you just comfort me?
Will you tear me apart,
our bodies bared.
So for that split second,
I can feel the happiness so out of reach.

The girl inside me is hollering for the
Prince of Hell to steal her away from this rotten Garden of Eden.

My return to reality is only an illusion,
driven by my fear of impossibility.

I am not ready to let go.
I am not willing to lay low.
I can only pretend to be the perfect girl in your eyes.

but my being struggles,
in the Garden of Good and Evil.

I am never who you see,
and you are never who I need.

This is the cycle I find myself rolling in.

Because I am lonely, and desperate;
I am crying, and fumbling.
and screaming, and dying.