we will die and we’ll have to say goodbye so why would i give you a reason to kill me inside?

this isn't my vessel

it's not mine to own

it's not mine to give to someone else or to let you hold

it's not my choice to say

if you can hold my hand

or to give you a chest

where your head can lay

it isn't my place

to give you a warm embrace

or to make you feel safe

this isn't a shelter

this isn't a home

this is a body for the dead

and soon it will be bones