Epiphany Monet - Letters

Woke up with an ache in my chest
Think that it's a habit
I just haven't kicked yet

Trying not to put a bullet in my head
Thinking that I earned it
Maybe I deserve it

The sickness exploited every weakness
Took all that it wanted
Too tired so I let it

I went with open arms
Please tell my mom I'm sorry
Tell her that it's not her fault
And I know how much she loves me

I've got a hollowed out bodice
Trying to stay modest
But I'm telling you my secrets
Please don't keep them

I regret it if I'm being honest
Change it in a second just to be with you again

I went with a song on the tip of my tongue
You'll taste it when you kiss me
Promise you'll still love me
When you see my body

I'm scared now
Not ready to go now
Don't know who I am now
Can you take me home now

Written by:
Epiphany Ochoa

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