Broken Pieces

l don't know how to tell you that I'm broken,

without feeling needy

I don't know how to open up

without feeling judged.

I don't know how to cry

when my tears feel like acid.

I just need you to see that I'm hurting

without me telling you.

Because my words are bleeding out of my mouth, waiting for you.

Just so you can stitch me up and make me fine, alouthough, I know that's your job and you're better off with me.

I just need you to see me one last lime.