Some parts of me move to light,
Some shift to the dark.
A part of laughs,
While the other cries.
The exterior lining of me grows,
While at the same time my interior is rotting already.
Bits of me are healing,
Bits of me don’t want to.
There is a part of me I’ve seen,
There is a part of me I never want to show.
Unfinished is what you may call me
Says the unapologetic side,
Deeper and deeper as you go,
Finer and finer does it show.
Taking parts of me wherever i go.