The Open Matt Project

Thanks

I want your help but I can't take your help but I need it and I don't know how to make it help but it comes anyway and I thank you for it but it doesn't have anyplace to call home in me even though I have to take it and I call it as I see it inside me loving me from you and loving you through me back again for as long as it might take to tap tap on my shell and crack through my useless hell into the bound body I call myself binding myself for your own good so I'm left hoping you'll pass on to someplace more receptive with even my silent shriek there only to push you not to draw you in further more pain is not what I want despite that is all that is left.