My Nailbunny

the sole voice of reason

whispering in my head

telling me it's better

than being cold and dead

and when i want to pull the trigger

you're always there beside me

"you're in your own fucking prison

and it's your choice to be free"

you're a part of me

a fragment of my soul

showing me my worth

that only you could know

and when your voice went silent

i sighed and said goodnight

knowing that, all through these years

you were always right