Transubstantiation.

Can you help me?

I need someone 

to show me how to

be

more than you want

to see.

 

Can you save me?

I have grown into

the monster

you made me be

and I don't remorse it.

 

I haven't 

wished a lie

to kill you but

don't test me

I will

comply

If that's what it takes.

 

I no longer 

wear my skin

I threw it away

traded for

more love

acceptance, rates.

 

It has consumed me.

 

This isn't me

my body is gone

my skin is fake

It doesn't bleed

It doesn't think.

It only leeches 

to others

and sucks

them

dry.

Help me.

 

I no longer want to see

the cracks are to rough.

It's your fault 

you owe me

for all you take.

Disembowled feelings

held up as a God.

If I can't get them back,

I'll take yours.