I’m handing you platters
Containing parts of me that I try to pretend don’t matter
Yearning to bruise my own mind till it’s battered
Feeding my darkness so it can get fatter
Pick up this tray 
Look at the mess you made
See that’s what I say to myself
Here brain buy this it’s a level of otherwise unattainable wealth

Watching these slices of me
Sitting in their own blood
Eyes flying around for any poison to chug
What do I use to scrub the mess out of this rug

See, the key
To be 
Fearless
Is to lean less
On hearts cause they’re seamless 
To realize you’ll fiend less
To flee 
From the plead
Of this all consuming seed

Is to not serve them any platters
Because of how horrifying it is to watch it shatter
I keep cleaning it up watching the skin on my hands get more and more tattered 
And you look at their dead eyes and accept they’re not even flattered
And he’ll never know how he’s trashed her
And that’s when I knew what wouldn’t matter
Because even if he did

The apologies fly 
Into the sky
He can’t erase the despise
Can’t halt the demise
Can’t rebuild her enterprise
So she wears her disguise
And bats her pretty eyes
Knowing it’s too pointless for him to realize

Chin up
Apply make up
Game face
Shoulders in place
Smile big
Remove all shovels so not a soul can dig
Laugh now
So they won’t see your eyes fall down

Ladies it’s alright that they’ll never see the cemetery 
That contains all the demons we’ve single handedly buried
I’ve seen too many indirectly admit it’d be too scary 
They’ll never know the ghosts that we carry

Yeah I’m a damsel in distress
But firstly I’ll never be insanity’s mistress
Turn the tv back on prince charming
Don’t let my independence be too disarming 

I’ll save myself before it all starts to dwindle
Before it all becomes fictional
And I watch verbal hands wave it away w their dismissal
Where’s the button to launch this missile
3,2,1 it all keeps getting more dismal
My artery is burning from this thistle
Can’t find where I took the bullet from that pistol
Can’t stop the bruising from this threshold 
But there’s no time for that
The texts are back
Hey baby I’m outside you ready
Sure from the door to your car, just seconds that’s plenty

To get my chin up
Put on make up
Get my game face
Put shoulders in place
Smile big
Fill the hole so you can’t dig
Laugh now
Too slick for you to ever know how much I slip up and fall down