Acupuncture

This pain I feel within my lips,
Is like a tiny needle poking in my skin.
And it is hollow,
It is not thin enough to be painless,
It is gripping and ripping away chunks of my skin.

This skin is not enough for you,
You say these words,
I wish were true,
I feel the falseness slipping in.

My heart does not matter,
They've torn it apart,
And so I think I led you to believe
You could tear a part for yourself.

And I let you,
But not before opening up my hand to you,
I was waiting for part of yours
In return.

But you just ripped away the shards of glass,
And you smiled while you were doing it,
So I couldn't feel the lies,
But tonight they sunk in; I can feel them

They are breathing.
Living within me now,
Why did I not see the signs?
I am hopeles.

Because my brain was good enough,
But my looks were not?
Wasn't I pretty enough?
Aren't I beautiful?

I just want to be something,
To be the art within your eyes.
Please, let me hold you?
I cannot beg anymore.